When the disillusion comes, when the fairy story ends, if she is blessed with children, she doesn't mind. The soi-disant Valade held the centre of the room now, only an uncovered but closed card-table, its surface dusty, between him and the suite at the fireplace. “Won’t you sit down,” she said, “and tell me what you want to say?” Her voice was flat and faint. “These two haven’t been lovers for a long time.
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