She was looking about her, and her face was dark with anger. ‘Unheard of, ain’t it? To tell the truth, I half expected him to leave everything to one of his doxies. The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk. “For instance?” She smiled. Nothing stronger than water has passed my lips for years.
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