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A militiaman came belting down the stairs, another leapt from outside the front door, and a third, stalwart and stolid, came in through the door that led to the rooms to the front of the house. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. How I envied Gianfrancesco on his wedding night, how I writhed in agony just thinking 171 about his intimacies with you! Then you became pregnant, and there he was, posturing and gloating like the rest of the family, my divinations of a boy in your womb pronounced. The man was thick set, with a bright roving eye. At length he proceeded toward McClintock's bungalow, drawn by the lights and the sound of music. I do not wish to seek them out, en effet. Do you know of what I speak?” “I do, I do!” She said. “But if some one else asked your advice? If some one else said, ‘Here is my teacher, a jaded married man on the verge of middle age, and he and I have a violent passion for one another. ‘Never mind that now. ” “And what about this man—Mr. ” “But Hainault—was—a pal. It would be too mortifying. She had no intention of fighting fair.
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