She wore a plain black dress, reaching almost to her throat—her small oval face, with the large brown eyes, was colourless, delicately expressive, yet with something mysterious in its Sphinx-like immobility. ” “It was an inspiration—your speaking to him?” “I felt impudent. "I wouldn't give a betel-nut for a man who wouldn't stick to his guns, if he believed himself in the right. ” He left the room, and she stood motionless, with flaming cheeks, listening to his retreating footsteps. . . He looked no longer at his wife. But she no longer obsessed over heresy, no longer did she feel cursed by God. You would steal from me then the only man I ever cared a snap of the fingers about.
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