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It’s a sort of home-leaving instinct. When I'm alone I don't mind. ’ ‘Oh, that,’ Gerald said cautiously. “Oh, you can act!” she cried. It was Annabel who caught at the paper. ‘Would you care for some refreshment? A glass of wine, perhaps?’ ‘Nothing, merci, I do not remain,’ she answered, although she did not rise. “You are late,” she murmured. “Where is my beautiful wife?” He bellowed from the downstairs. Jacques, Jacques!’ His face was white, but his eyes were open, if a trifle glazed. “I might go home, I don’t know. "I will struggle no longer with destiny. .
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