She dropped the manuscripts and swiftly brought the coat to him, noting that a button hung loose. By a sort of instinct. Something or other—she did not catch what—he was damned if he could stand. Stanley, standing on the hearthrug with his back to the unlit gas-fire. ” He snarled. Each time a daughter had been born to him he had concealed his chagrin with great tenderness and effusion from his wife, and had sworn unwontedly and with passionate sincerity in the bathroom. Then his tiny bow mouth opened into an adoring smile.
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