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She
went
upstairs
to
change
.
That
evening
he
said
to
her
:
’
You
do
think
,
don
’
t
you
,
that
there
is
something
eternal
in
marriage
?
’
She
looked
at
him
.
’
But
Clifford
,
you
make
eternity
sound
like
a
lid
or
a
long
,
long
chain
that
trailed
after
one
,
no
matter
how
far
one
went
.
’
He
looked
at
her
,
annoyed
.
’
What
I
mean
,
’
he
said
,
’
is
that
if
you
go
to
Venice
,
you
won
’
t
go
in
the
hopes
of
some
love
affair
that
you
can
take
au
grand
serieux
,
will
you
?
’
’
A
love
affair
in
Venice
au
grand
srieux
?
No
.
I
assure
you
!
No
,
I
’
d
never
take
a
love
affair
in
Venice
more
than
au
tres
petit
serieux
.
’
She
spoke
with
a
queer
kind
of
contempt
.
He
knitted
his
brows
,
looking
at
her
.
Coming
downstairs
in
the
morning
,
she
found
the
keeper
’
s
dog
Flossie
sitting
in
the
corridor
outside
Clifford
’
s
room
,
and
whimpering
very
faintly
.
