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CHAPTER 44

OUR HOUSEKEEPING

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t was a strange condition of things, the honeymoon being

over, and the bridesmaids gone home, when I found my-

self sitting down in my own small house with Dora; quite

thrown out of employment, as I may say, in respect of the

delicious old occupation of making love.

It seemed such an extraordinary thing to have Dora al-

ways there. It was so unaccountable not to be obliged to

go out to see her, not to have any occasion to be torment-

ing myself about her, not to have to write to her, not to be

scheming and devising opportunities of being alone with

her. Sometimes of an evening, when I looked up from my

writing, and saw her seated opposite, I would lean back in

my chair, and think how queer it was that there we were,

alone together as a matter of course - nobody’s business any

more - all the romance of our engagement put away upon

a shelf, to rust - no one to please but one another - one an-

other to please, for life.

When there was a debate, and I was kept out very late, it

seemed so strange to me, as I was walking home, to think

that Dora was at home! It was such a wonderful thing, at