His hand shook so violently that he dropped the handkerchief; and he let it lie on the floor because he dared not stoop. “I knew,” she said, in a low despairing tone, “that people would talk. There was a recurrence of fever, but nothing alarming. A black silk furbelowed scarf covered her shoulders; and over the kincob gown hung a yellow satin apron, trimmed with white Persian. “You see,” he said, “from my point of view you’re grown up— you’re as old as all the goddesses and the contemporary of any man alive. You are the woman I love, Anna. ‘You had better kill me, mademoiselle, because otherwise I shall end by strangling you. 1.
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