‘I rather gathered as much,’ said Miss Froxfield, releasing her hands. She fell asleep instantaneously, fatigued from weeks of exhaustion. The blinds were all drawn, the sunlight kept out, one could not tell what colors these gray swathings hid. A hazy face appeared through the fog of sleep, pale and thin and looming. —You've your answer, Blueskin," he added, pushing that individual, who seemed unwilling to depart, towards the door; "it's useless to urge the matter further. She had told him, point blank, that since the Church had neither annulled the first marriage nor sanctified the second one, she was not his wife.
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