The Woman with the Fan by Robert Smythe Hichens
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page 44 of 387 (11%)
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"Fool or not, I'd kick out Pierce as I kicked out Carey if I thought--"
"And suppose I wouldn't let you?" Her voice had suddenly changed. There was in it the sharp sound which had so overwhelmed Miss Filberte. Lord Holme sat straight up and looked at his wife. "Suppose--what?" "Suppose I declined to let you behave ridiculously a second time." "Ridiculously! I like that! Do you stick out that Carey didn't love you?" "Half London loves me. I'm one of the most attractive women in it. That's why you married me, blessed boy." "Carey's a violent ass. Red-headed men always are. There's a chap at White's--" "I know, I know. You told me about him when you forbade poor Mr. Carey the house. But Robin's hair is black and he's the gentlest creature in diplomacy." "I wouldn't trust him a yard." "Believe me, he doesn't wish you to. He's far too clever to desire the impossible." |
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