Wood the best of
wives. And yet—Wait a little, you’d better have every bit
of it. He hadn't gambled or played the horses or hit the
booze back there in little old New York…. Though I’ll wager she used this passage, and
we certainly ought to investigate it. And
they never talked of anything at all, never discussed, never even encouraged
gossip. The rain smelled of
the Tyrrhenian Sea, which lay only a few paces beyond
the manor's white sea-soaked walls. . She stood, as it were, directed doorward, with
her eyes watching every movement, listening to him, repelled by him and yet
dimly understanding. Her shoulders began to ache. “Let me know the truth. It had been his fevered imagination that had endued the garment with
some extraordinary value. Stanley professed a great solicitude to warm his hands.
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