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She was new, unlike any other woman he had met in all his wide travel. A child—as innocent as a child! Nothing about life; bemused by the fairy stories you writers call novels! I don't know what you have done; I don't care. She saw her mother, her pale face, a woman in a white robe, calling to her from a sun drenched balcony. It makes no difference. And Capes was thinking that his wife was a supremely beautiful woman. When first brought under consideration, she was a miserable and forlorn object; squalid in attire, haggard in looks, and emaciated in frame. He ushered them with an amiable flat hand into a minute apartment with a little gas-stove, a silk crimson-covered sofa, and a bright little table, gay with napery and hot-house flowers.
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