CHAPTER XXVI.THE GLAMOUR FADES.After all, the rosy love-making and marrying and Epithalamy are nomore than the dawn of things, and to follow comes all the spaciousinterval of white laborious light. Try as we may to stay thosedelightful moments, they fade and pass remorselessly; there is noreturning, no recovering, only--for the foolish--the vilest peep-showsand imitations in dens and darkened rooms.
I made myway through the throng, a little contemptuously as became a publicschoolboy, my hands in... read more
