So, he said to himself, we did well to stop the quarrelling. He had
never quarrelled much with this woman, while with the women that he
loved he had quarrelled so much they had finally, always, with the
corrosion of the quarrelling, killed what they had together. He had
loved too much, demanded too much, and he wore it all out.
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