No doubt that was due to his helplessness. Rhea writhed and scuttled about like a crab. It arises, I think, from an over developed sense of humour. She had once reconciled in her mind that she was happy as long as she had him. "The pocket-book you prigged contained the letters I wanted. I don’t care.
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