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"It's too late, Marion," I said. "It can't be done like that."
"Then we can't very well go on living together," she said. "Can we?"
"Very well," I deliberated "if you must have it so."
"Well, can we?"
"Can you stay in this house? I mean--if I go away?"
"I don't know.... I don't think I could."
"Then--what do you want?"
Slowly we worked our way from point to point, until at last the word
"divorce" was before us.
"If we can't live together we ought to be free," said Marion.
"I don't know anything of divorce," I said--"if you mean that. I don't
know how it is done. I shall have to ask somebody--or look it up....
Perhaps, after all, it is the thing to do. We may as well face it."
We began to talk ourselves into a realisation of what our divergent
futures might be. I came back on the evening of that day with my
questions answered by a solicitor.
"We can't as a matter of fact," I said, "get divorced as things are.
Apparently, so far as the law goes you've got to stand this sort of
thing. It's silly but that is the law.


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