Her depression since the “accident” had possessed her, she no longer cared how she looked as her beauty helped her not. I dare say it will be chattered about for weeks. The joy of being loved thrilled her as nothing before had ever done, a curious abstract joy which had nothing in it at that moment of regret or even pity. I would do anything—I would give anything to make you mine. . ‘But who was he, Gerald?’ ‘A damned condottiere,’ exploded Gerald, forgetting his company. We'll have some fun down there at my place, Spurlock; but we'll probably bore your wife to death.
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