He looked no longer at his wife. She didn’t trust Gianfrancesco, you know, she called him a ‘bad husband’. Earles said, slowly, keeping his eyes fixed upon her, “forty at the ‘Unusual,’ two turns, encores voluntary, six for matinées. “He just wants to get laid, you know. Perhaps some one had kissed the brow that was now so cadaverous, rubbed that sunken cheek with loving fingers, held that stringy neck with passionately living hands. Presently she became aware of footsteps hurrying after her, and glanced back to find Miss Klegg, a little out of breath, in pursuit. One went in for painting, kept straight and married old Ferringhall a week or so ago—the Lord help her.
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