’ ‘Parbleu, it is I who am the idiot?’ she scolded furiously, removing one hand and digging it into her sleeve. His wife's portrait had been removed from the walls, and the place it had occupied was only to be known by the cord by which it had been suspended. And the grotesquest fact was that she did not so much loathe, as experience with a quite critical condemnation this strange sensation of being kissed. “How will you live?” she appealed.
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