The Diary of a Man of Fifty [16]
"Depend upon it you were wrong. Wasn't it rather a mistake?" WAS I wrong--WAS it a mistake? Was I too cautions--too suspicious--too logical? Was it really a protector she needed--a man who might have helped her? Would it have been for his benefit to believe in her, and was her fault only that I had forsaken her? Was the poor woman very unhappy? God forgive me, how the questions come crowding in! If I marred her happiness, I certainly didn't make my own. And I might have made it--eh? That's a charming discovery for a man of my age!
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