“Ruin me? For what? Posterity? How could you ruin me, Lucy? What on earth are you talking about?” He got up and began to pace the room. This one too she read. “No, I administered poisons to you according to the ancient tradition. She told me the tale the other night, and I've only elaborated it. His favorite newspaper was the Times, which he began at breakfast in the morning often with manifest irritation, and carried off to finish in the train, leaving no other paper at home. McClintock could not browbeat him, storm as he might. She would often steal away to tryst with him in the orchard, even now she felt her loins grow warm with the memory of his ardor. But now it’s beads by the cask—like the hold of a West African trader.
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