Chapter Two ‘Our French friends are beginning to form quite a little coterie,’ remarked Gerald, covertly studying the group gathered in an alcove at the other side of Lady Bicknacre’s ballroom. Chapter IV THE TEMPERAMENT OF AN ARTIST “You may sit there and smoke, and look out upon your wonderful Paris,” Anna said lightly. Each time that we meet I try to kill you. Oh, they are married fast. Watching her strip had been delicious for him, and a part of him enjoyed her self-consciousness acutely. He is the one who has said that she must go to the convent. ’ *** It must have been fate, Gerald decided, near an hour later, staring intently at the closed French windows on the raised alcove that led out to the terrace. About many of these houses hung a mysterious taint as of something weakly and commonly and dustily evil; the women who negotiated the rooms looked out through a friendly manner as though it was a mask, with hard, defiant eyes. ‘Might have forgiven him,’ he muttered under his breath, ‘if he hadn’t taken the babe. The babies that the woman—your wife—refused to stop creating.
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