\" He commented heartily, wiping
the sweat from his brow with his hand. “Don’t!”
she said, weakly, as he had bent down and put one arm about her and seized her
hands with his disengaged hand and kissed her—kissed her almost upon her lips. In his muscular pudgy hand
was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands:
the portrait of a youth of eighteen. “Why won’t you sleep in my bed tonight, Lucia, where
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it’s warm?” He asked her one night, teasing but
mournful, as she stood in her bedroom doorway in a long
white gown. Above her head
was an aura of white fire. “Loneliness,” she said, “is a luxury which I never permit myself. Got the day off. Towards this spot Mrs. You denied it at the time—but unfortunately I have proof.
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