It plucked shingles from the school building,
threatening to shake them all loose one by one like rotting
teeth. There’s no sense in morality, I suppose, unless you are fundamentally immoral. That her husband was not touching her anymore grew
to be like a disease, something to be cured. The
moon had arisen, and everything could be as plainly distinguished as during the
day. After several vain attempts to burst it open, he resolved, as a last
alternative, to break through the wall in the part nearest to the lock. She saw herself building up a life upon that
—a life restrained, kindly, beautiful, a little pathetic and altogether dignified; a
life of great disciplines and suppressions and extensive reserves. “That,” he said, grimly, with his hand on the doorhandle, “must be your own affair, unless you choose to live at Morningside
Park.
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