Folks don’t like ’em. There was a pause, while the steel grey eyes sliced at her. I was his wife. Her interest grew as she read, a certain distaste disappeared. She had removed her hat and utterly disarranged her already unruly black locks by running agitated fingers through them. Besides, revenge is sweetened by delay; and I indulge too freely in the passion to rob it of any of its zest.
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