She would then hear his feet pounding up the steps and he would burst into whatever room she was sitting in and say, “There she is! My wife! Hiding her beauty from the world!” He would then run to her, grab her book or embroidery and unceremoniously toss them to the floor. Her hair was washed for her also. He will say who it was. Loving was self-forgetfulness, pure delighting in another human being.
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