You used to beg me for hours at a time to give it all up, never to go near the ‘Ambassador’s’ again. She visited the corner that had been her own little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she had been wont to read her secret letters. The truth at once flashed across his mind. She has already given birth, thanks to your generosity.
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