He confided to me that he felt trapped in his marriage, that he was being ruined by fate. Somehow or other his reputation as a hardened and unassailable bachelor had won for him during the last few years a comparative immunity from attentions on the part of those women with whom he had been brought into contact. He tore it down just as the Wastrel rose, wavering slightly. At the least, the tales had the ability to make her forget where she was; which was something in their favour. ‘They lived with him, one after the other, for all the world as his wife. I am quite clear about this. But after that it was easy. You cannot—shall not retreat. In a few minutes more he had made a breach in the roof wide enough to allow him to pass through. Furious shouting, and the thunder of running feet.
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