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"You mean that no man is better than half a saint?"
"How you must admire me!"
"Why?"
"As you are about to name the day, I assume that I'm a whole saint in
your eyes."
"St. Augustine!"
"Who was he?"
"A man that reformed."
"Before or after marriage?"
"Before, I suppose."
"I don't think he died happy."
"Why not?"
"I've a faint recollection that he was boiled."
"Don't be horrid. What has that to do with it?"
"Nothing, perhaps. But he probably broke out again after marriage, and
sank at last into that caldron. That's what it means by being-steeped in
crime."
"How utterly nonsensical you are!"
"I feel light-headed. You've been at sea, on a yacht becalmed, haven't
you? when along comes a groundswell, and as you rock in the sun there
comes trouble, and your head goes round like a top? Now, that's my case.
I've been becalmed four years, and while I pray for a little wind to take
me--home, you rock me in the trough of uncertainty. Suspense is very
gall and wormwood.
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