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I had no right to marry you. I knew it. Ashen blonde, a shade that would never excite the cynical commentary which men applied to certain types of blondes. There were mysterious rustlings that made him glance hopefully toward the sea. It is a precaution merely. . I’m not Gerald, remember. No breakfast, he’s had no dinner, hardly a mouthful of soup— since yesterday at tea. Marina had retired to bed, drinking wine slowly, sleeping when she was not drinking. She would end alone. "And you have seen … drunken men?" Prudence's tones were full of suppressed horror.
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