’ The snaking suspicion rolled through his mind again. “I don’t know whether I shall go on,” said Gwen, a novel note of languorous professionalism creeping into her voice. " "Are you sure of that?" returned Winifred, looking uneasily at Jack. He delayed the blow till the fortunate conjuncture was past. Sometimes the music would be tender and dreamy, like a native mother's crooning to her young; sometimes it would be so gay that the flesh tingled and the feet were urged to dance; again, it would be like the storms crashing, thunderous. He swore that I was his wife, that chance had given me to him at last. ” “Is it necessary,” he said, “for me to tell you——” “Stop, please,” she said firmly.
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