. Hist!’ he added, as he turned his head
and noticed Alderley’s glance. His invalid wife and her
money had been only the thin thread that held his life together; beaded on that
permanent relation had been an inter-weaving series of other feminine
experiences, disturbing, absorbing, interesting, memorable affairs. “Oh Christ! How old were you?”
“Just—well, I was young. Ann Veronica blushed. ’ He frowned again. ’ The lady shook her head, contriving at the same moment to utter a
breathy little laugh. Instinct had forced her to create something
out of rags to satisfy a mysterious craving. Wood's bed-chamber—it was locked, with the key left in it. "
The Wastrel laughed. ’ She stopped, her lips tightening. She could feel
his eyes surreptiously scanning her backside.
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