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" "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision. “He is Annabel’s husband,” she reminded him. She was like an angel with one wing. What happened? Did you turn me?” “Yes, my love. ‘I was not born to this. Gianfrancesco had told her about it, how he had played in it as a child with his brothers. Balanced on his nose were enormous tortoise-shell spectacles. Suddenly the door of the flat opened and closed. Something namelessly abhorrent in the eyes of those men…! She knew what arms were for—to fold and embrace and to hold one tightly; but why men wished to kiss women was still a profound mystery. He was mad. 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. While he was thus musing, two horsemen rode past him; and, proceeding to a little distance, stopped likewise. Well, I'll be getting this tub under way.
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