For ten years I've been trying to go home, but my conscience will not permit me, I hate the Orient. We aren’t worth it. He looked at his friend. Wood had the advantage of her husband in point of years, being on the sunny side of forty,—a period pronounced by competent judges to be the most fascinating, and, at the same time, most critical epoch of woman's existence,—whereas, he was on the shady side of fifty,—a term of life not generally conceived to have any special recommendation in female eyes. To be near someone, even someone who made a pretense of friendliness, to hear voices, her own intermingling, would serve as a rehabilitating tonic. A good woman’s mind has angels with flaming swords at the portals to keep out fallen thoughts. As you know my seed is infertile with all women, they are no more than cattle, but it was not so with my Rhea. Yet he’s been here for six years, and he’s as much a fixture as that sham mahogany sideboard.
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