“Don’t you know?” “Oh! I know—” “Well—” Her face was an unaccustomed pink. And it has been well for you that he imagines the child was drowned. At last she glanced at a little clock in the corner of the room, and sprang to her feet. But you will, you will. It was a gracious gesture, she thought, as he trudged to the Beck’s humble doorstep in his stiff blue polyester uniform. His invalid wife and her money had been only the thin thread that held his life together; beaded on that permanent relation had been an inter-weaving series of other feminine experiences, disturbing, absorbing, interesting, memorable affairs.
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