And afterwards! Sir John drew his cigar from his lips, and looked upwards where the white-lights flashed strangely amongst the deep cool green of the lime-trees. ’ ‘What sort of “down on your luck”?’ asked Alderley. His new wife’s face was sweet and angelic with hair the color of flax, her belly already visibly large beneath a roe skin pelt. I hated him. You must think of this evening, John, sometimes—as a sort of atonement. It is I who am persecuted by the man who calls himself your husband. It must have cut him.
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