For a moment none of them stirred; then slowly Enschede turned away. She threw hat and coat on the bed and sat down before the fire. She was acquiring truths, but in a series of shocks rather than by the process of analysis. ‘Wait! No time for that. That ring manifestly occupied her thoughts a great deal. "But what does he mean by calling you a wanton? —you, my wife?" Enschede's hand slipped from his daughter's shoulder.
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