She felt draggled and insulted beyond redemption. The streets were full of colour. She visited the corner that had been her own little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she had been wont to read her secret letters. She is poor, and she will take nothing from my husband, the man she had deceived for my sake, and he, on his part, gravely disapproves of her as ‘Alcide. If he ran less risk of being blown over, he stood a much greater chance of being washed off, or stifled. ’ Gerald frowned.
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