She was lovely, painted like the porcelain doll he had always wanted her to be. Muttering something to himself, he appeared to be telling upon his fingers the advantages and disadvantages of some scheme he had in contemplation. ‘What a fate he finds for me. The tired woman looked quietly at her. She wanted to think of him as her beloved person, to be near him and watch him, to have him going about, doing this and that, saying this and that, unconscious of her, while she too remained unconscious of herself. He would refuse to listen and absolve her unshriven. Double-crossing wouldn't do any good.
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