"All life is a muddle, and we are all muddlers, more or less. One has to train one’s self not to. ‘I assure you it was mutual. He waved a cordial goodbye. There is a new life, different from the old life of dependence, possible. But one day he came to me. ‘Damnation! Too late. . As a net result she had come to think of all married people much as one thinks of insects that have lost their wings, and of her sisters as new hatched creatures who had scarcely for a moment had wings. I have brought disgrace upon you, and I haven’t been the right sort of wife at all. But,” and he faced them both with a still expressionless glance, “this is not the end!” Anna recovered her spirits with marvellous facility.
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