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He himself, middle-aged, steeped in traditions of the City and moneymaking, very ill-skilled in all the lighter graces of life, as he himself well knew, could yet come to her invested with something of the halo of romance by the almost magical powers of an unlimited banking account. "Married!—no—no," replied the woollen-draper. Now how in the world was he to get rid of the husband? His luck was in. I received a telegram, as you know, during dinner. Tell her, that more than once, when about to commit some desperate offence, I have been restrained by her gentle image. Wood had the advantage of her husband in point of years, being on the sunny side of forty,—a period pronounced by competent judges to be the most fascinating, and, at the same time, most critical epoch of woman's existence,—whereas, he was on the shady side of fifty,—a term of life not generally conceived to have any special recommendation in female eyes. She had killed the McCloskeys after they had witnessed her making a kill. It was the end, she told herself, fiercely. “Have you ever kissed a guy before?” She rolled the tissue into a ball in her lap and stared at it. You won’t have a man’s lips near you, but you’ll eat out of his hand fast enough. Lovers' confidences should be respected. It is Anna again who stands between me and ruin.
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