He held her hand in his, cupped together like a pair of shells for the rest of the hour. ” “You mean to say,” Anna said slowly, “that you are going to leave your husband?” “Yes. “Time for my Patience,” she said. He conveyed not only his sense of the extreme want of correctitude in their unsanctioned meetings, but also that, so far as he was concerned, this irregularity mattered not at all, that he had flung—and kept on flinging—such considerations to the wind. Wild allowed you to have your fine clothes again, or you might have been taken in a still more disgraceful garb. “I think that I will leave this letter for him,” she said. ” Anna moved softly to the window, and threw up the sash. The sergeant had not seen it for he understood nothing of what she told him. I should think, Anna, that your own sense—er—of propriety would enable you to see this. In and out of consciousness she sailed, hearing voices from memory that she could not distinguish from reality.
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