The joy of being loved thrilled her as nothing before had ever done, a curious abstract joy which had nothing in it at that moment of regret or even pity. I’ll pay it. She was sick of herself, of her life, of everything but him; and for him all her masked and hidden being was crying out. No one will ever love you as I love you now. And now you are acting the cuckold, because I do not wish to waste my seed in your barren womb?\" She was too devastated to answer him. We were properly married, and the certificate is at my lawyer’s. Make no promises on a night where I have burdened you with such awful knowledge.
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