She was an Egyptian, from the magical times. Each time a daughter had been born to him he had concealed his chagrin with great tenderness and effusion from his wife, and had sworn unwontedly and with passionate sincerity in the bathroom. She could not bear the shame of it. “I believe you are quite right so far as regards the present, at any rate,” someone remarked, from the depths of an easy chair. Horribly skinny he was, and short too. Twenty-one, twenty-two.
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