Shotbolt nodded in token of acquiescence, and emitted an odd guttural sound. What better way to be rid of him? ‘Jacques,’ she uttered urgently. “Don’t know me, eh? I like that. Guiding this man of hers over the troubled sea of life had engraved these lines. They carried no more than bare subsistence wages; and they demanded all her time and energy. It reminded her viscerally of her subhuman status, stripped away of the pretenses of art, intellect, and nicety.
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