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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
     	
