His lovely black eyes softened until they became like
languid as the night sky. Now how in the world was he to get rid of
the husband?
His luck was in. It’s no good flying out at that, Vee; I didn’t arrange it. She was going through with that,
anyhow. For was not Gerald a gentleman? An
Englishman, whose services any female—excluding her own self so idiote—
would be very happy to have. “What night will you dine and go to the theatre with me?—and how
about Hurlingham on Saturday?”
Anna shook her head. He looked at Annabel, whose face was buried in her hands—
he looked back at Anna, who was regarding him with an easy composure which
secretly irritated him. “What
ought you to do?”
“I’ve hunted up all sorts of things. . "
"Very right, my love," said Wood, "very sensibly remarked. 70
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A MARRIAGE, PART II
She dreamt of the inn they had stopped at after her
suicide attempt, the flea-ridden hostel her husband had
angrily toted her to after the incident at the country
house. "Give back the things!" cried the, lady.
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