75/88 We're both ruined--only in your case it wasn't your fault. It's too late for me now, and I'm even not sorry that it _is_ too late. Dolly, I don't _want_ to pull up. You can't imagine a man fallen as low as that, can you? I'm going right straight to the devil now, and you might as well stand aside and give me a free course, for I'm bound to get there sooner or later. |