The Eyes of the World by Harold Bell Wright
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"And what are you doing at home?" he demanded suspiciously. "Me? Oh I remained to care for you--to keep you from being lonely." "You lie. You are expecting some one." She laughed. "Who is it this time?" he persisted. "Your insinuations are so unwarranted," she murmured. "Whom are you expecting?" "Dear me! how persistently you look for evil," she mocked. "You know perfectly well that, thanks to my tact, I am considered quite the model wife. You really should cultivate a more trusting disposition." Another fit of coughing seized him, and while he suffered she again watched him with that curious air of interest. When he could command his voice, he gasped in a choking whisper, "You fiend! I know, and you know that I know. Am I so innocent that Jack Hanover, and Charlie Rodgers, and Black Whitman, and as many more of their kind, can make love to you under my very nose without my knowing it? You take damned good care--posing as a prude with your fad about immodest dress--that the world sees nothing; but you have never troubled to hide it from me." Deliberately, she arose and stood before him. "And why should I trouble to hide anything from you?" she demanded. "Look at me"--she posed as if to |
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