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A MARRIAGE, PART II
She dreamt of the inn they had stopped at after her
suicide attempt, the flea-ridden hostel her husband had
angrily toted her to after the incident at the country
house. ’
‘I like that,’ Gerald protested. Taken altogether, his physiognomy resembled
one of those vagabond heads which Murillo delighted to paint, and for which
Guzman d'Alfarache, Lazarillo de Tormes, or Estevanillo Gonzalez might have
sat:—faces that almost make one in love with roguery, they seem so full of
vivacity and enjoyment. But to go courting a slave-girl, at the risk of physical hurt! A
shudder of distaste wrinkled her shoulders. "So you're writing under a nom de plume, eh?" said McClintock, holding out the
letter.
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