“She’s my wife,” the man muttered. Rumors had it he
had been a looker in his youth, all long hair and chiseled
muscles, but those days were long gone. The cloth was removed, and
Wood, drawing the table as near the window as possible—for it was getting dusk
—put on his spectacles, and opened that sacred volume from which the best
consolation in affliction is derived, and left the lovers—for such they may now
be fairly termed—to their own conversation. Look out, it’s coming. But was it Faith? That is what she was this day going to find out. So far he
had not stirred; from his bloodless lips had come no sound. ”
“Would you mind telling me,” Anna asked, “how long I knew you in Paris?”
He looked at her sideways.
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