The woman I wanted was another man's wife. She looked more than her sixty odd years, in spite of a still lush head of black hair, streaked with a little grey, which was visible under her cap and of immediate interest to Gerald. ” He was not in the least surprised. ” “I’ll pay you if I have to work at shirt-making at threepence an hour. She slipped past the servants, her soft roe-skin shoes unheard on the old stone. Much more temperate; the discreet and joyless love of a virtuous, reluctant, condescending wife. “And where are YOU going?” he said. 1.
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