Doesn’t matter a bit to me. ’ She bit her lip, and then turning her face away, emitted another sigh. Her hair had begun to grow back, it now swept to her shoulders. “Concern me!” she repeated fiercely. She had found two copies of the magazine and carefully cut out both photos. A little smothered cry broke from her lips—the curtains were thrown aside and a man stepped out. If she has no children, she goes on loving her husband; but he is no longer a man but a child. It was the crowned queen of mountains in her robes of shining white.
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