So perfect was the illusion, that he could almost fancy he heard the solemn voice of the ordinary warning him that his race was nearly run, and imploring him to prepare for eternity. We were properly married, and the certificate is at my lawyer’s. I didn’t get it, why she put on the innocent act. The blinds were all drawn, the sunlight kept out, one could not tell what colors these gray swathings hid. ‘Espèce de bête,’ she snarled.
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