He remembered little whispered speeches of hers, so like the Annabel of
Paris, so unlike the woman he loved, a hundred little things should have told him
long ago. She could feel his warm little body trying to snuggle
into her, trying to wriggle loose of his swaddling cloth. The books slid from her arms and fluttered to the floor. Thank goodness you’ll understand. The houses they flitted to and from were glutted with
hangers-on, servant/mistresses, and errant prostitutes. I believed that our marriage was genuine. Later, she
understood his reasons; and it had now become habit. The poor old imbecile! Why, this child was a firebrand, a wrecker, if ever he had
seen one; and the worst kind because she was unconscious of her gifts. "
"Let me see it," cried Thames, snatching it from him. “You were there, were you?”
He laughed a little impatiently. ”
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