She was sore and overstrung, and it was intolerable to her that he should stand within three yards of her unsuspectingly, with an incalculably vast power over her happiness. ‘Where are you taking me?’ she asked, assuming a fearful accent. “Why—it’s—it’s you!” Amazement seemed to dry up the torrents of his speech. . “I mean REALLY independent. “Believe what, Michelle?” Lucy asked. The tired woman looked quietly at her. Not to go to her is wickeder than if I had run away with my friend's wife.
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