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“You’ve got to take the decent reasonable way. It was she who felt guilty as he showed her their bedroom, smelling her perfume, ingesting their psychic leftovers. She dared not say the word aloud, not even to herself. This done, he let himself carefully down by it, and having only a few feet to drop, alighted in safety. " There was a roaring in her ears like that of angry waters. ” “How dull you are,” the lady remarked. You might get faint, but you can fight it. The grim mockery of it!—those South Sea loafers, taking advantage of Enschede's Christianity and imposing upon him, accepting his money and medicines and laughing behind his back! No doubt they made the name a byword and a subject for ribald jest in the waterfront bars. His invalid wife and her money had been only the thin thread that held his life together; beaded on that permanent relation had been an inter-weaving series of other feminine experiences, disturbing, absorbing, interesting, memorable affairs. This obstacle, which appeared to preclude the possibility of egress in that quarter, was speedily got rid of. " The feminine vanities in Ruth were quiescent; nothing had ever occurred in her life to tingle them into action. “Who killed her husband?” “Go and nurse him, missus!” “Murderess!” Anna looked from left to right.
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