Just now the waterchestnuts…. " A moment afterwards, they quitted the house. And now you are acting the cuckold, because I do not wish to waste my seed in your barren womb?\" She was too devastated to answer him. “Your mother was a Gypsy. I don’t think for a moment that he would recognize you. Gerald instantly took her arm and guided her back to her chair. ‘Go on up to the boy, my dear. As the Wastrel played, Spurlock knew that the man saw the inevitable end—death by drink; saw the glory of the things he had thrown away, the past, once so full of promise. The slack of her ridinghabit and full under-petticoats was gathered into her left hand, and her booted ankles were visible as she held the skirts well out of her way.
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