‘You would read my mind?’ Gerald was pretty certain he already had, but he did not say so. It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately acted within its walls. “I have stood it for a month, Anna,” he exclaimed. What better way to be rid of him? ‘Jacques,’ she uttered urgently. One thing—he could be thankful for that—the peak of his misfortunes had been reached; the world might come to an end now and not matter in the least. She was almost tempted to tell him, if only to see the cracks of surprise and incredulity break the immobility of his yellow countenance. There was the same airy grace of movement, the same deep brown hair and alabaster skin. For in life there is but one hour: an epic or an idyll: all other hours lead up to and down from it. “I’ve been to hear you lots of times.
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