“Sebastianus? Where did my husband go?” He smiled at her gently, patronizingly, as he prevented her from movement or escape. Her aunt, a faded, anæmic-looking lady of somewhat too obtrusive gentility, was still sitting with her hand pressed to her heart. There was a certain air of forced fortuity in his manner. The night was now advancing, and the party began to think of separating. I’ve loved her for two years, I love her now.
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