The grate was full of fluttering ashes of burnt paper, and the easy chair near the fire had evidently been used. She found herself trying on the baubles he brought home, placing the silver rings upon her slim fingers, knowing that he would take up her hand and kiss it. It was the grand nursery of vice. He was ill at ease, though he would not have confessed his disquietude even to himself.
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