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the evening* their talk was anxious talk.
They were wonderfully fond of each other,
these two—so fond that they were pre
pared to sacrifice anything for each other.
He felt so tenderly towards her that he
never ventured to confess to her that his
business was really of no good to him, and
that he could not afford the friend-enter
taining in which, according to his notions,
she delighted. And she was so loyal to
him that she never for one moment dreamt
of telling him that her wish was to ‘ do
things h on a much larger and more expen
sive scale* and that with the existing state
of their affairs she was altogether discon
tented, They were, indeed, so sorry for
each other, and so much in love with each
other, that they let things go on precisely
as they were, and under these circumstances
the Money Fiend— though he had not yet
succeeded in bringing ahout the discord that
he loved— held easy possession of the home
stead, and was always on its premises,
Tn those days Fairbrass used often to go