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They looked out over the city, grim and silent now, for it was long past midnight. . Always as black and bitter as gall. 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. ‘The wretch said nothing to anyone. ” He said. It was most amusing. ‘You escape from your own convent, at great personal danger. Life waits for us. It is only a matter of time before he presents himself to whoever has the deeds to Remenham House—a lawyer I presume—and claims that property for his wife’s.
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