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Gutenberg-tm License. But I won't be cheated of my prize. ‘Good, good—and not before time,’ muttered Roding, glancing round again. Her eyes filled as she thought of him, the image of his laughing countenance
coming into her mind, to be swiftly followed by a vision of the blood running
from his cut hand. “It was a phase,” she said. He turned. His invalid wife and her
money had been only the thin thread that held his life together; beaded on that
permanent relation had been an inter-weaving series of other feminine
experiences, disturbing, absorbing, interesting, memorable affairs. Maggot, laughing. He had never
wanted daughters. “This girl—she’s really a very charming, frank person—had
had her imagination fired, so she told me, by a school performance of Romeo
and Juliet. She would become defensive—what she did would be the
thing that mattered. "Of course," rejoined the bystander, who had just spoken, and who was of a
cynical turn,—"the greater the rascal, the better they like him. "
"Nor I," returned Ireton, following his example: "and I've had some experience
too. For a moment her thoughts led her back to the
evening when she and Courtlaw had stood together before the window of her
studio in Paris, before the coming of Sir John had made so many changes in her
life.
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