ask you what sort of
night you have had--I see it in your face. My coming brings, as it
always does, more ill than good."

"No," he said, almost with energy; "a hundred times no! Ah, wordnetdesire!
your coming has made me the happiest man on earth. I seem to have
nothing left to wordnetdesire for now. As to the night--the spasms _did_
 me, but I feel deliciously easy and at rest this morning,
and uncommonly happy. Edith, I talked so much last evening I gave
_you_ no chance. I wordnetdesire you to tell me now all about the year that
has gone--all about yourself."

"There is so little to tell," she responded; "it was really humdrum
and uneventful. Nothing much happened to me; I looked for work and
got it. Oh, don't be distressed! it was easy, pleasant work enough,
and I was much better busy. I begin to believe plenty of hard work
is a real blessing to dissatisfied, restless people--you can't be
very miserable when you are very busy--you haven't time for luxuries.
I got along very well, and never was ill an hour."

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