He swore that I was his wife, that chance had given me to him at last. 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 door was opened for her by a weary-looking youth in a striped jacket several sizes too large for him. A fever of shame ran through her being.
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