He confided to me that he felt trapped in his marriage, that he was being ruined by fate. " His demeanour was polished; his manners singularly affable and gentle; and he was remarkable, for the generosity of his temper. During the week, her uniform was the blue and white scrubs of a nurse, the job she had suffered at for twenty-seven years. Her glasses moved quickly as her glance travelled from face to face. Amid a litter of nails without heads, screws without worms, and locks without wards, lay a glue-pot and an oilstone, two articles which their owner was wont to term "his right hand and his left.
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