You must forgive the poet’s license I take. It was then for the first time she remembered that she had said nothing to her sister of the man in the hospital. A little table covered with a damask cloth was dragged out. ” “But Hainault—assured—me—that the marriage was binding. I can't concentrate on my work. Why should I peep at it through smoked glass to see things that don’t affect me?” He smiled his delight at his companion. ” She turned her face to the fire, gripped her hands upon her elbows, and drew her thin shoulders together in a shrug.
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