Well, my dear, it is time you stopped wallowing in your sorrows like a common wretch. The flowers upon the mantel-shelf were withered and drooping—she had gathered them. Yet every now and then, during the progress of the meal, his attention apparently wandered, and leaning forward he glanced covertly at Anna with a curious mixture of expressions on his face. It was she who felt guilty as he showed her their bedroom, smelling her perfume, ingesting their psychic leftovers. It is not the woman who speaks there.
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