I knew it. “For nothing, do you call it?” he declared. Gerald watched her vanish into the darkness, unusually incensed. He meditated, and began a new paragraph. "Is my house to be made a receptacle for all your natural children, Sir? Answer me that. 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. First-off, he had decided not to tell her what he had found at the bottom of that manila envelope. He sat down. "I suppose I was mistaken," returned Gay. But I must—I ought—” “I MUST talk about this. She had killed him.
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