. But she doesn’t and won’t divorce me. “For one thing, Anna,” she remarked, “we had not the slightest idea that you had left, or were leaving Paris. ‘Your wife?’ ‘My wife,’ he repeated, rising also, his smile mocking her. “Why don’t you?” “Well, it might mean rather a row. Before or after?” Lucy paled. " "Rather behind me;" and he spoke no more that morning. ‘Though we might have done, if a certain addlepated clothhead hadn’t let her get away.
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