. “Dear husband,” she murmured. It was Jack, wasn’t it?’ ‘Aye, s-sir. He remembered little whispered speeches of hers, so like the Annabel of Paris, so unlike the woman he loved, a hundred little things should have told him long ago. ’ The lashes fluttered demurely. What right had she to call herself “Alcide”? It was abominable, an imposture. Perhaps I ate something spoiled for breakfast. The cold air gave her gooseflesh under her red brocade dress as she slipped outside. So I undertook to protect her by keeping love out of her life, by crushing it whenever it appeared, obliterating it. She looked at him gravely and squinted.
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