"What I complain of," said Mark Rampion, "is the horrible unwholesome tameness of our world."
Mary Rampion laughed, wholeheartedly from the depths of her lungs. It was a laugh one could not hear without wishing to laugh oneself. "You wouldn't say that," she said, "if you'd been your wife instead of you. Tame? I could tell you something about tameness."
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