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“When you married me——” Her little hand flashed out across the table. There was a round table covered, not with the usual “tapestry” cover, but with a plain green cloth that went passably with the wall-paper. She longed to allow him to kiss her again, to touch her again. I should as soon think of trusting a woman. Why do women take to lies and deceit and trickery as naturally as a duck to water?” “You are not alluding, I hope, to Miss Pellissier?” Ennison said stiffly.
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