Part of her even believed that her mother would have wanted her to stop feeling guilty and to be happy. She never grew angry for anything her husband did: such anger as came to her was directed against the lazy, incompetent servant who was always snooping about in the inner temple—Spurlock's study. “When can we be alone together?” She asked him, never loosening her grip. ” She rolled over on her face, and stuffed her fingers in her ears to shut out the rhythm from her mind. Her fingers rested upon his. A good woman’s mind has angels with flaming swords at the portals to keep out fallen thoughts. Nobody who cared.
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