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A MARRIAGE, PART II
She dreamt of the inn they had stopped at after her
suicide attempt, the flea-ridden hostel her husband had
angrily toted her to after the incident at the country
house. “Are there others like
you?”
“Yes. You see—I didn’t
understand. “These clothes are French, and I’m sure this
floppy bow would make a Frenchman of me anyhow. While the cloth was laid, the host and Thames descended to
the cellar, whence they returned, laden with a number of flasks of the same form,
and apparently destined to the same use as those depicted in Hogarth's delectable
print—the Modern Midnight Conversation. I
completed it according to the directions, you see, and it
was a beautiful machine, a triangle sort of, with a steering
column I built out of an old wheelbarrow and a hubcap.
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