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           Sheleantbackinthechairandturnedherheadaside.Herwholebodyseemedtoexpressthehopelessnessofhergrief.Fleshandbloodcouldn’tstandit.Charlessteppedforwardandsinkingtohiskneestookthatbrokenwoebegonebodyinhisarms.

           "ForGod’ssakedon’tlooksounhappy.Ican’tbearit.Oh,Julia,Julia,Iloveyousomuch,Ican’tmakeyousomiserable.I’llacceptanything.I’llmakenodemandsonyou."

           Sheturnedhertear-stainedfacetohim("God,whatasightImustlooknow")andgavehimherlips.Hekissedhertenderly.Itwasthefirsttimehehadeverkissedher.

           "Idon’twanttoloseyou,"shemutteredhuskily.

           "Darling,darling!"

           "It’llbejustasitwasbefore?"

           "Just."

           Shegaveadeepsighofcontentmentandforaminuteortworestedinhisarms.Whenhewentawayshegotupandlookedintheglass.

           "Yourottenbitch,"shesaidtoherself.

           Butshegiggledasthoughshewerenotintheleastashamedandthenwentintothebathroomtowashherfaceandeyes.Shefeltwonderfullyexhilarated.SheheardMichaelcomeinandcalledouttohim.

           "Michael,lookatthatminiatureCharleshasjustgivenme.It’sonthechimney-piece.Arethosediamondsorpaste?"

           JuliawassomewhatnervouswhenLadyCharlesleftherhusband.Shethreatenedtobringproceedingsfordivorce,andJuliadidnotatallliketheideaofappearingasintervener.Fortwoorthreeweeksshewasveryjittery.