14/56 "Love" was a word rarely mentioned in his circle except on death-beds, "I've been a married man for thirty years," he said hurriedly. It should have been a hopeless affair-the last sight of the lady on a spur of coast with water on three sides--that kind of thing, you know, or it might have happened to an ancestor.... But you don't look the kind of breed for hopeless attachments. More likely some scoundrelly old Dogson long ago found sanctuary in this sort of place. The queer thing is that I've got the same prepossession as you. |