I pressed again, of course, at this. She stood there in so much of her candor and so little of her nightgown, with her pink bare feet and the golden glow of her curls. He cared little that he was in mortal sin, that his life had grown to be a tissue of subterfuge and falsehood. --By hell, that's a queer notion.
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