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Chapter 27

           "IshouldbeblindifIhadnotperceivedit"—shereplied;"Idonothoweverblamehimforhispetaversion—Ithinkitmakeshimallthemoreattractiveandinteresting."

           "Heisagreatfriendofyours?"inquiredMavis,lookingatmeassheputthequestion.

           "TheverygreatestfriendIhave,"—Irepliedquickly—"IowehimmorethanIcaneverrepay—indeedIhavetothankhimevenforintroducingmetomywife!"

           Isaidthewordsunthinkinglyandplayfully,butasIutteredthem,asuddenshockaffectedmynerves—ashockofpainfulmemory.Yes,itwastrue!—Iowedtohim,toLucio,themisery,fear,degradationandshameofhavingsuchawomanasSibylwas,unitedtometilldeathshoulduspart.Ifeltmyselfturningsickandgiddy—andIsatdowninoneofthequaintoakchairsthathelpedtofurnishMavisClare’sstudy,allowingthetwowomentopassoutoftheopenFrenchwindowintothesunlitgardentogether,thedogsfollowingattheirheels.Iwatchedthemastheywent—mywife,tallandstately,attiredinthenewestandmostfashionablemode—Mavis,smallandslight,withhersoftwhitegownandfloatingwaist-ribbon—theonesensual,theotherspiritual—theonebaseandviciousindesire—theotherpure-souledandaspiringtonoblestends—theone,aphysicallymagnificentanimal—theothermerelysweet-facedandideallyfairlikeasylphofthewoodlands—andlooking,IclenchedmyhandsasIthoughtwithbitternessofspiritwhatamistakenchoiceIhadmade.

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