” She shrugged her shoulders and led him towards a small recess. He stopped on the curb-stone, not facing her but as if he was on his way to cross the road, and spoke to her suddenly over his shoulder. She knew the story only imperfectly, and followed it now with a passionate and deepening interest. ” “But why?” “He’s married—and, I believe, living separated from his wife. The stench is everywhere. “Oh, much better. " At this juncture, two women, very smartly attired in silk hoods and cloaks, appeared at the door of the Lodge. Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one.
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