“He does not come here,” she exclaimed, quickly. “I’m not coarse—no! But I’ve got no purity of mind—no real purity of mind. She followed Oxford Street into Holborn, and then she inquired for Chancery Lane. Even though I knew you’d no one else to care. Instinct had forced her to create something out of rags to satisfy a mysterious craving. “Well, because I don’t see any reason why I shouldn’t. Wood had the advantage of her husband in point of years, being on the sunny side of forty,—a period pronounced by competent judges to be the most fascinating, and, at the same time, most critical epoch of woman's existence,—whereas, he was on the shady side of fifty,—a term of life not generally conceived to have any special recommendation in female eyes. ’ Melusine gasped. He had never liked to be hugged, but she wondered if his corporeal needs would be made apparent by human touch. .
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