The Wife, And Other Stories
I assured myself that my love had died long ago that I was too much absorbed in my work to think seriously of my relations with my wife. But alas! that was only what I imagined. When my wife talked aloud downstairs I listened intently to her voice though I could not distinguish one word. When she played the piano downstairs I stood up and listened. (Excerpt)
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