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" "This way, sir. ” 74 She hung up the phone. I almost wish we hadn't come. It had her raven locks, her pouting lips. He had been the one to dress her in the finest silks and brocades, and here she was, displayed for the world to see in 248 drugstore makeup and the uniform of an old schoolteacher. Blood dripped down one side of her forehead. The babies that the woman—your wife—refused to stop creating. He had finally put aside The Lilac Sunbonnet, gone into his study, lit the gas fire, and written the letter that had brought these unsatisfactory relations to a head. Sheppard.
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