The man looked hard at him. ‘Your wife?’ ‘My wife,’ he repeated, rising also, his smile mocking her. In the subdued light she could not tell whether he was asleep or awake. " "And I'm glad your worship's recognition doesn't come too late," observed the Master. She sat, crouched together, by the corner of the hearthrug under the bookcase that supported the pig’s skull, and looked into the fire and up at Ann Veronica’s face, and let herself go. She took up the poker and stirred the fire vigorously. ‘Unheard of, ain’t it? To tell the truth, I half expected him to leave everything to one of his doxies. It could not be a legal marriage.
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