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It hardly takes more than a couple of years of married life to age a / docile man; or at least -- about the same thing -- to fill him with those / forward-looking ideas of caution, economy and peace that sow the seed of / fear for the morrow, in quiet souls.
One time Zureda was laid up a while with a bad cold. Getting better of / this, the engineer on a momentous night spoke seriously to his wife / concerning their future. His bronzed face lying on the whiteness of the / pillows brought out the salience of his cheek-bones and the strength of / his profile. The vertical furrow between his brows seemed deeper than / ever, cut into the serene gravity of his forehead. His wife listened to / him attentively, sitting on the edge of the bed, with one leg crossed / over the other. She cradled the upper knee between joined hands.