It was a motor accident—a fatal motor accident the evening papers called it. You have taken upon your shoulders the burden of her misdeeds. " "Would you like to have me read to you?" He did not answer. He stood upon the threshold, dangling his eye-glasses in his fingers, stolid, imperturbable, mildly interrogative. "I am no man's mistress," answered the widow, crimsoning to her temples, but preserving her meek deportment, and humble tone. We shall have him on his return. He was no longer in military uniform, and it was evident from his suit of brown brocade that he had been disturbed while preparing for an evening engagement.
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