Wanton! Had I been one, even God would have forgiven
me, understanding. How she learned of her heritage I do not know, but you need not
imagine that it is greed that drives her. \"
\"If they're rich, can't they help even a little?\"
\"Nope. ”
Part 9
She was sitting brooding over her fire about ten o’clock that night when a
sealed and registered envelope was brought up to her. A snarl contorted his
features, and he marched up to it, laying his pistol down on the marquetry table
so that his hands were free to grab the picture off the wall. “But why,” he said in the gasping voice of one subduing an agony, and looked
at her from under a pain-wrinkled brow, “why did you not tell me this before?”
“I didn’t know—I thought I might be able to control myself. She immediately took the pillows from under
the head of the man who had two names, released the collar and tie, and
arranged the arms alongside the body.
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