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I never failed to admire your good-breeding in avoiding any reference to your.
After all, it all depended on how much Mrs. But then, as all the old ladies
said, Lizzie Hazeldean had always preferred the society of men. Didnt you see
all those people in the Parretts window? She murmured: You must not shut
yourself up too much. I was so fascinated that I actually pushed my way into
the hall. Look here, my dear, for Gods sake dont lose your head!
She glanced
about her with a sudden sense of despair.
She sat as motionless as if their
coils were about her, till slowly his tentative grasp relaxed.
She forgot the
fire, forgot her anxieties, forgot Mrs.
A fire still glowed in the chimney, and
its light fell on two vases of crimson roses. It was the deuce, the back way
being barred.
To all that concerned their common past she was aware of offering
a numbed soul. Sabina Wessons being with her mother, old Mrs. Mants sympathy
seemed more cruel than her cruelty.
She remembered now, as if it had happened
yesterday, the abyss suddenly opening at her feet.
She was not likely to be as
inscrutable as old Sillerton. Can you imagine that I want to put you in
chains?
My dear boy, I hope you want to take me in to supper at once. Then,
slipping on her dressing-gown, she stole to her husbands door.
One of them
arose at the very moment when Mrs. Hazeldean had found a seat near the
piano.
She clung to him, burying her anguish against his knees.
It was her
first direct contact with human cruelty.
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