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my wife and ı parted on that morning in precisely our usual manner. she left her second cup of tea to follow me to the front door. there she plucked from my lapel the invisible strand of lint (the universal act of woman to proclaim ownership) and bade me to take care of my cold. ı had no cold. next came her kiss of parting - the lever kiss of domesticity flavored with young hyson. there was no fear of the extemporaneous, of variety spicing her infinite custom. with the deft touch of long malpractice, she dabbed awry my well-set scarf pin; and then, as ı closed the door, ı heard her morning slippers pattering back to her cooling tea.
when ı set out ı had no thought or premonition of what was to occur. the attack came suddenly.
for many weeks ı had been toiling, almost night and day, at a famous railroad law case that ı won triumphantly but a few days previously. ın fact, ı had been digging away at the law almost without cessation for many years. once or twice good doctor volney, my friend and physician, had warned me.