But in its stead—toward morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime, appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the poet and the novelist in him. Gossip was the driving force in Sheila’s existence. It was Annabel’s. The man’s passion was infectious. “He took my arms and legs!” She lifted the rock from Rhea’s torso. Families had seen their lands seized, their chateaux ransacked or burned, and those unlucky enough to have failed to anticipate disaster, had been murdered or dragged away to gaol. I don’t care WHAT happens. How could you draw the curtain aside which hides the great and holy places of life—you, who have never loved?” “You have become French to the core,” she murmured. “There, there, now. Goodbye.
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