I love my husband. He had not been successful as the world counted success; the fat bank-account, the filled waiting room of which he had once dreamed, had never materialized except in the smoke of his evening pipe. Aware of the footman hovering, and the hackney coachman’s curious eyes looking down from his box, Gerald leaned a little towards her and spoke in a lowered tone. ” “That is exactly what I feel. " "It matters not. ” She pointed to the envelope still resting upon the mantelpiece. His hair is oddly streaked with gray —I might say a dishonourable gray. To have written a short story in a week was rather a remarkable feat.
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