Either I am loath to leave her, or I see she's dull alone.
And I used to think that, before marriage, life was nothing much, somehow didn't count, but that after marriage, life began in earnest.
And here almost three months have passed, and I have spent my time so idly and unprofitably.
No, this won't do; I must begin.
Of course, it's not her fault.
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