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Jane was a smoldering auburn-haired Irish beauty who seldom spoke to anyone. Across that world was written in letters of light, “Endowment of Motherhood. “I never planned it—And now I have begun—” She felt acutely that he was entitled to explanations, and as acutely that explanations were impossible that night. Happy Birthday, then. “The wrappered life-discipline! One comes to that at last. ” She laid her hand softly upon his. After all, the Wastrel was in luck: he was alone. It still failed in something. "If you thought that, why did you give me this job?"—his voice faint and thick. It had ceased to beat. He leaned back in a low chair, and watched her graceful movements, the play of her white hands as she bent over some wonderful machine. ‘You would read my mind?’ Gerald was pretty certain he already had, but he did not say so.
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