"Oh!—to see you thus!" cried Thames, in an agony of affliction. "Jack!" she cried, raising her head. "I used to cry myself to sleep, Hoddy, I was so forlorn and lonely. Then he opened the study door and called “Mollie!” and returned to assume an attitude of authority on the hearthrug, before the blue flames and orange glow of the gas fire. He kept that, but the rest. You can’t do that sort of thing unless you do it over religion, and there’s no religion in me—of that sort—worth a rap. Each was draped in transparent silk, dancing, beckoning to me, teasing me.
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