Then he went back to his rooms and lit a cigar. Her husband stared at her over the candle flame. Why, then, did he touch it? As he climbed heavily into his chair, she was able to note the little beads of sweat under the cracked nether lip. . Sheppard; "for if I had not been a mother, I would not have survived the day on which I became a widow. Already the seed of a tender dream was stirring. Either you have had to love people or hate them—which is a sort of love, too, in its way—to get anything out of them.
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