His sword done with, he took up the bludgeon; balanced it in his hand; upon the points of his fingers; and let it fall with a smash, intentionally, upon the table. And through it all, like a golden thread on a piece of tapestry, weaving in and out of the patterns, the unspoken longing for love. “I have made no progress with my work,” she said slowly, “and the money was gone. A fresh cool breeze blew in their faces. He had not been successful as the world counted success; the fat bank-account, the filled waiting room of which he had once dreamed, had never materialized except in the smoke of his evening pipe. And now, my love," she added, with a relenting look, "I'm content to make up our quarrel.
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