At last—I told a story. “Annabel!” He looked at her thoughtfully. " The girl's blood ran warmly for a minute. “And children must we women bear— “Oh, damn!” she cried, as the hundred-and-first couplet or so presented itself in her unwilling brain. Which were perfectly true, as Gerald was aware. “You mean to tell me” he said, “that you have a lover? While I have been keeping you! Yes—keeping you!” This view of life he hurled at her as if it were an offensive missile. It was the first expression of the mother's blood. She flung herself back into the bare little room, cold, empty, comfortless.
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