She counted three on the way to the train and four more on the crowded car that would have gladly taken him to bed with not so much as a word. "Perhaps," replied Wood, doubtfully. Her knees shook, her breath came fast, she almost felt the lurid effect of those tiny patches of rouge upon her pallor-stricken cheeks. Chapter Seven ‘Oh, my God,’ burst from Gerald.
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