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cleared. Itbecame obvious to him that he had behaved like a madman or apetulant child–he preferred to think it was like nike blazers a madman. Ifhe and Susy were to separate there was no reason why it shouldnot be done decently and quietly, as such transactions werehabitually managed among people of their kind. It seemedgrotesque to introduce melodrama into their little world ofunruffled Sybarites, and he felt inclined, now, to smile at theincongruity of his gesture …. nike air max 1 But suddenly cheap nike blazers his eyes filledwith tears. The future without Susy was unbearable,inconceivable. Why, after all, should they separate? At thequestion, her soft face seemed close to his, and that slightlift of the upper lip that made her smile so exquisite. Well-he would go back. But not with any presence of going to talkthings over, come to an agreement, wind up their joint life likea business association. No–if he went back he would go withoutconditions, for good, forever ….
Only, what about the future? What about the not far-distant daywhen the wedding cheques cheap nike air max would have been spent, and Granny’spearls sold, and nothing left except unconcealed andunconditional dependence on rich friends, the role of theacknowledged hangers-on? Was there no other possible solution,no new way of ordering their lives? No–there was no blazers ne: hecould not p nike air max 95 icture Susy out of her setting of luxury and leisure,could not picture either of them living such a life as the NatFulmers, for instance! He remembered the shabby untidy bungalowin New Hampshire, the slatternly servants, uneatable food andubiquitous children. How could he ask Susy to share such a lifewith him? If he did, she would probably have the sense torefuse. Their alliance had been based on a moment’s midsummermadness; now the score must be paid ….
He decided to write. If they were to part he could not trusthimself to see her. He called a waiter, asked for pen andpaper, and pushed aside a pile of unread newspapers on thecorner of the table where his coffee had been served. As he didso, his eye lit on a Dail nike air max 90 sale y Mail of two days before. As apretext for postponing his letter, he took up the paper andglanced down the first page. He read:
“Tragic Yachting Accident in the Solent. The Earl of Altringhamand his son Viscount d’Amblay drowned in midnight collision.
Both bodies recovered.”He read on. He grasped the fact that the disaster had ha nike air max 90 ppenedthe night before he had left Venice and that, as the result of afog in the Solent, their old friend Strefford was now Earl ofAltringham, and possessor of one of the largest private fortunesin England. It was vertiginous to think of their oldimpecunious Streff as the hero of such an adventure. And whatirony in that double turn of the wheel which, in one day, hadplunged him, Nick Lansing, into nethermost misery, while ittossed the other to the stars!
With an intenser precision he saw again Susy’s descent from thegondola at the calle steps, the sound of her laughter and ofStrefford’s chaff, the way she had caught his arm and clung toit, sweeping the other men o cheap nike air max n in her train. Strefford–Susy andStrefford! … More than once, Nick had noticed the softerinflections of his friend’s voice when he spoke to Susy, thebrooding look in his lazy eyes when they rested on her. In thesecurity of his wedded bliss Nick had made light of those signs.
The only real jealousy he had felt had been of Fred Gillow,because of his unlimited power to satisfy a woman’s whims. YetNick knew that such material advantages would never againsuffice for Susy. With Strefford it was different. She had nike air max sale delighted in his society while he was notoriously ineligible;might not she find him irresistible now?
The forgotten terms of their bridal compact came back to Nick:
the absurd agreement on which he and Susy had solemnly pledgedtheir faith. But was it so absurd, after all? It had beenSusy’s suggestion (not his, thank God!); and perhaps in makingit she had been more serious than he imagined. Perhaps, even iftheir rupture had not occurred, Strefford’s sudden honours mighthave caused her to ask for her freedom ….
Money, luxury, fashion, pleasure: those were the fourcornerstones of her existence. He had always known it–sheherself had always acknowledged it, even in their last dreadfultalk together; and once he had gloried in her frankness. Howcould he ever have imagined that, to have her fill of thesethings, she would not in time stoop lower than she had yetstooped? Perhaps in giving her up to Strefford he might besaving her. At any rate, the taste of the past was now sobitter to him that he was moved to thank whatever g nike air max classic ods therewere for pushing that mortuary paragraph under his eye ….
“Susy, dear [he wrote], the fates seem to have taken our futurein hand, and spared us the trouble of unravelling it. If I havesometimes been selfish enough to forget the conditions on whichyou agreed to marry me, they have come back to me during thesetwo days of solitude. You’ve given me the best a man can have,and nothing else will ever be worth much to me. But since Ihaven’t the ability to provide you with what you want, Irecognize that I’ve no right to stand in your way. We must oweno more Venetian palaces to underhand services. I see by thenewspapers that Streff can now give you as many palaces as youwant. Let him have the chance–I fancy he’ll jump at it, andhe’s the best man in sight. I wish I were in his shoes.
“I’ll write again in a day or two, when I’ve collected my wits,and can give you an address. NICK.”He added a line on the subject of their modest funds, put theletter into an envelope, and addressed it to Mrs. NicholasLansing. As he did so, he reflected that it was the first timehe had ever written his wife’s married name.
“Well–by God, no other woman shall have it after her,” hevowed, as he groped in his pocketbook for a stamp.
He sto nike air max od up with a stretch of wear cheap nike air max trainers iness–the heat was stifling!
–and put the letter in his pocket.
“I’ll post it myself, it’s safer,” he thought; “and then what inthe name of goodness shall I do next, I wonder?” He jammed hishat down on his head and walked out into the sun-blaze.
As he was turning away from the square by the general PostOffice, a white parasol

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