The woman I wanted was another man's wife. She was posing
before the mirror, critically, miserably, defensively, and perhaps bewilderedly. His thoughts, indeed, were too painful for utterance, and so acute
were his feelings, that, for some time, they quite overcame him. There was a
mad musician, seemingly rapt in admiration of the notes he was extracting from
a child's violin. ‘That rascally knave sent you to become a French nun?’
Looking positively terrified, the girl nodded dumbly. She was not very clear about the position and duties of a chorus-girl, but it
certainly had the air of being a last desperate resort. He leaned forward to embrace
her. He introduced her as his
\"friend\" Lucy. “You belong to me,” he said fiercely; “the marriage certificate is in my pocket. This is
altogether insupportable.
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