He frowned. She was curious to know why he had boarded a dingy train instead of hailing a cab or his own private chauffeur like the others in expensive suits were doing. I expect company. She refused to eat. Beyond was a narrow bridge, crossing a circular building, at the bottom of which lay a deep well. Only her face was clear, frail and delicate, almost flower-like, with the sad haunting eyes ever watching his. Each time a daughter had been born to him he had concealed his chagrin with great tenderness and effusion from his wife, and had sworn unwontedly and with passionate sincerity in the bathroom.
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