But if I were dying of thirst, in a desert, I would not accept a cup of water at her hands. She could not look at him through an interval that seemed to her a vast gulf of time. He seemed to be about to move toward her. He said simply that he wanted her to live at home. But underneath this tolerance there is always the vague hope that your manhood will someday reassert itself. He would raise her up once again, ply her with silks and jewels again, all of the accoutrements of the new generation: the cars, the toys, the restaurants, and the prestige. ‘I can take care of myself, bête. " "Nonsense!" cried Wood; "while there's life there's hope. ’ ‘You wouldn’t,’ agreed Mrs Sindlesham. What had urged her to wrench loose and fly was the guarding instinct of the good woman.
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