She was trembling a little. “You’ll get me to allude to it, but you’d have to torture me to admit it. You are my wife, and I am determined to claim you. And Ritter’s, too, was very amusing and foreign and discreet; a little rambling room with a number of small tables, with red electric light shades and flowers. She longed to allow him to kiss her again, to touch her again.
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