‘So are you. She read for half an hour, then closed the book because Spurlock appeared to have fallen asleep. “The wrappered life-discipline! One comes to that at last. Hanging on the wall was a temple censer, bronze, moulded in the shape of a lotus blossom with stem and leaves—deadly as a club. Marina gently passed the swaddled infant to his mother, who sat down on the bed proudly to nurse the baby, extracting a fat breast from her heavy gown. His invalid wife and her money had been only the thin thread that held his life together; beaded on that permanent relation had been an inter-weaving series of other feminine experiences, disturbing, absorbing, interesting, memorable affairs. But the wench who tricked me shall bitterly repent it. . They stopped talking, except to each other. Her personal maidservant, the first she had ever had in her life, was joyful for her.
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