‘She may well try to go back. He hanged your first husband. I think not. 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. I thought that he was dead. These joyful bounds just lace into the stuff of my memories and stay there forever. He knew my name, and also that I had been living in Paris, and a man doesn’t risk claiming a girl for his wife, as a rule, for nothing. And they never talked of anything at all, never discussed, never even encouraged gossip. She always managed to get back to the bungalow before he did. He was tall, slender, and suave. And like that gospel it meant something, something different from its phrases, something elusive, and yet something that in spite of the superficial incoherence of its phrasing, was largely essentially true.
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