“Why do you hate me again, my love?” He seemed to brighten, feeding upon the intensity of her emotion. “I suppose I fell in love with her, Ann Veronica. She hadn't measured up; she had been stupid; she hadn't known how to make love. ’ Martha looked up, belligerence in her tone.
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