No, not one little bit. She cursed the treachery of memory, its frailty and spottiness. She had told him, point blank, that since the Church had neither annulled the first marriage nor sanctified the second one, she was not his wife. “Well, I don’t know,” she said thoughtfully. It reminded her viscerally of her subhuman status, stripped away of the pretenses of art, intellect, and nicety. After debating with himself for some time whether he should employ an assistant, or make the attempt alone, his love of gain overcame his fears, and he decided upon the latter plan. “Are you looking for Mike? He’s working. Her fingers found the lump she sought and, with a little effort, she dragged out the black-wrapped foil.
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