He was a manly man, free from any strong maternal strain, and he had loved his dark-eyed, dainty bright-colored, and active little wife with a real vein of passion in his sentiment. She could visualize the picture she had presented, particularly the battered papier-mâché kitbag at her feet. ” “Why did you tell me? I thought—I thought we were going to be friends.
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