My wife doesn’t understand, doesn’t understand now. Only last night she saw me, and there was horror in her eyes. I don't have a phone in my room. There, hanging among Ann Veronica’s more normal clothing, was a skimpy dress of red canvas, trimmed with cheap and tawdry braid, and short—it could hardly reach below the knee. Prudence was the substance and Angelina the shadow; for Angelina never offered opinions, she only agreed with those advanced by Prudence. ’ ‘Your husband?’ Gerald tutted. ’ She let out a peal of laughter. “I wrote it for you. Your life is like a funeral March. Who could say that the two weren't in collusion? When a chap like Spurlock jumped the traces, cherchez la femme, every time.
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