However, come along. "Farewell!" blubbered the executioner's wife, pressing his hand to her lips. You were content, and I came to thrive on your happiness. The Wastrel—as we call him—cannot play when he's sober; hands too shaky. I made her my unwilling confederate. I have made up my mind to insist upon moving from here into Park Lane, or one of the Squares. She would never look squarely at these dream forms that mocked the social order in which she lived, never admit she listened to the soft whisperings in her ear.
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