“I have stood it for a month, Anna,” he exclaimed. . There was nothing in his manner to suggest the misery of the preceding night. " There had never been, from that fatal hour eight months gone down to this, the inclination to confess. ‘Softly, you say?’ she uttered, raging. ‘Not at all ladylike. But, uttering a loud cry, he was swept away by the headlong torrent. John, I shall eat that whole tin of sardines. No one had the resources or the inclination to rebuild them. I hate children.
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