I’ll have to think of something else. The great ordeal—that which she had most dreaded—had proved to be no ordeal at all. But, alas! she was beautiful—and beauty is a crime not to be forgiven by a jealous woman. The man was thick set, with a bright roving eye. They were a dull grey, but the dark frizzed hair that framed her face was attractive. Love-making at first hand is dull enough. I want a walk. I consider even now that the present colour is far less becoming.
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