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“Mr. Sheila’s own waif of a husband had objected to her airing the truth, he had even gotten the nerve to bring up the word divorce. I'll remember that. She loved the market, the horses trotting about, the bishops forced to be on the same road with old washer-women, the fools begging for a Florin or a ducat. ” “As sentinel. Why do you think I’m indulging in all this very un-English love talk?’ ‘But you are idiot, Gérard. She softened her tone and scrambled for the right words. She wanted to think of him as her beloved person, to be near him and watch him, to have him going about, doing this and that, saying this and that, unconscious of her, while she too remained unconscious of herself. Muttering something to himself, he appeared to be telling upon his fingers the advantages and disadvantages of some scheme he had in contemplation. And her kind of love forgives everything and anything but infidelity.
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