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“Dear husband,” she murmured. He stood upon the threshold, dangling his eye-glasses in his fingers, stolid, imperturbable, mildly interrogative. She propped a pillow against his padded headboard and sat herself into a stiff upright position, legs expertly crossed. All she needed to do was to have a body. He asked her whether she understood what she was saying, and went on to say still more precisely that she should never touch a penny of his money until she came home again—not one penny. You need not tell me, but a lawyer is different. But you,” he continued, moving imperceptibility a little nearer to her, “you are mine. I'm a graybeard, an old bachelor; so I am accorded certain privileges. His hair is oddly streaked with gray —I might say a dishonourable gray. “How did you know I haven’t been getting any sleep --?” “Oops, that’s my class. Springing upon the box, he told the coachman to make the best of his way to Saint Giles's. “Stop! Don’t put your face there. “What a hypocrite you are. To her mind, recalling the picture of him the night before, there had been something tragic in the grim silent manner of his tippling. Take me to the Stone Room.
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