‘He had run away with a Frenchwoman, you see, but Everett Charvill—I refer to the general—took care to conceal the matter. I do not think that I have the Bohemian spirit at all. That terrible laughter, just before his senses had left him! Why? Here was a word that volleyed at her from all directions, numbed and bewildered her: the multiple echoes of her own first utterance of the word. U. “I wonder,” he said, “how you would like to be made love to—boldly or timorously or sentimentally. ‘I doubt very much whether they are yours at all. “Oh, my dear!” she cried, and suddenly flung herself, kneeling, into her husband’s arms.
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