" A shadow, which was not cast by the jib, fell upon them both. Life! Life and love! It makes me want to be always young, always strong, always devoting my life—and dying splendidly. “Why do you hate me again, my love?” He seemed to brighten, feeding upon the intensity of her emotion. I am always reinventing myself with new styles. Everything in this world changed—except human folly. Her spirit awoke in dismay to an affection in ruins, to the immense undignified disaster that had come to them. The original passage, Martha had told her, had led only from an upstairs room to one downstairs. Marvel, who had been a little discomposed by the treatment he had experienced on Holborn Hill, very composedly filled and lighted his pipe. Any natural fineness would be numbed by drink. She seemed to have recovered herself as he returned, but rose as if she would go back to the saloon.
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