But 'tes no yuse espectin' tu much o' this world. 'Tes a funny place.
I never thought to luse 'er. She never told me 'ow bad she was, afore
she tuk to 'er bed. 'Tis a dreadful thing to luse a wife, zurr.
A faint smile hovers about his lips that Nature has made rather full and
he has made thin, as though keeping a hard secret; but his bright grey
eyes, dark round the rim, look out and upwards almost as if he were being
crucified. There is something about the whole of him that makes him seen
not quite present. A gentle creature, burnt within.
It isn't enough to love people because they're good to you, or because in
some way or other you're going to get something by it. We have to love
because we love loving.
THE FOUNDATIONS
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