" There had never been, from that fatal hour eight months gone down to this, the inclination to confess. . "Get ready the irons, Caliban. Somebody tricked you back yonder—baited you for spite. He wondered if the young fool had any idea of what he had drawn in this tragic lottery called marriage. ” “And why shouldn’t you?” “I felt that sort of thing couldn’t go on. ‘Who me, sir? Lor’ no, sir.
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