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About noon, next day, he was able to move; and the gale having abated, he set out homewards with his little charge. He buys his own clothes, chooses his own company, makes his own way of living. No; she'd never go back. Everything was fresh and bright, from the kindly manners of the Frutigen cobbler, who hammered mountain nails into her boots, to the unfamiliar wild flowers that spangled the wayside. I told her I was sick today and she told me to get over myself. I shall still wear your favor—even if it is a stolen and forbidden favor—in my casque. He would get her to come to tea with him, usually in a pleasant tea-room over a fruit-shop in Tottenham Court Road, and he would discuss his own point of view and hint at a thousand devotions were she but to command him. He knew. The recollection of all her unhappiness, the loveless years, the unending loneliness, the injustice of it, rolled up to her lips in verbal lava. More than this, it would serve to mitigate her own abysmal loneliness to pool it temporarily with his.
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