“Why did you ever let me love you? Why did you ever let me peep through the gates of Paradise? Oh! my God! I don’t begin to feel and realize this yet. Bottles and glasses usurped the place of dishes and plates. What of it?” There was a shout of laughter. The idiots are marching through the streets in processions from town to town, whipping their own backs until they are covered in blood, spreading the bloody Pestilence wherever they go! The dead pile in the streets like timber. We Spurlocks take our medicine, standing. We girls, my sister and I, were left quite alone when our father died, and I made up my mind to make some little place in the world for myself. It's infernally provoking. He could have her in the car but she preferred a more private setting. If Ann Veronica could have put words to that song they would have been, “Hot-blooded marriage or none!” but she was far too indistinct in this matter to frame any words at all.
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