Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined
lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by
brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate
he actually deserved. “There’s endless reasons, no doubt, why we shouldn’t,” he said. He took her there on the cold, dirty floor, his nails
digging into her back, his teeth sinking into her breasts. Chapter XXII
AN OLD FOOL
Lady Ferringhall made room for him on the sofa by her side. She knew the truth of it all right. . ’
‘It’s too late for that,’ Gerald told her evenly. “Flesh and flowers are all alike
to me. \" She replied
to him, looking into his blue eyes. “I’ve broken off my
engagement,” she said, in a matter-of-fact tone, and found her heart thumping in
her neck. The picturesque scoundrel had the true gift; and Spurlock
was filled with pity at the thought of such genius gone to pot. ‘Bon. It is no problem. When
Gianfrancesco came to call this time, she was excited and
ready. "
"Of course—of course," returned Wood, hastily; "anything's better than that.
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