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IN WHICH THE FATES ARE SEEN AND A CHOICE OF THE REFUGES.
FROM THEM The home of husband and wife was under one roof at last.

Fleetwood went, like one deported, to his wing of the house, physically sensible, in the back turned to his wife's along the corridor, that our ordinary comparison for the division of a wedded twain is correct.

She was Arctic, and Antarctic he had to be, perforce of the distance she put between them.

A removal of either of them from life--or from 'the act of breathing,' as Gower Woodseer's contempt of the talk about death would call it--was an imaginable way of making it a wider division.