He rested on one elbow. Stanley, produced a portrait from its hiding-place in the jewel-drawer under the mirror. She wondered why he was so distinctive, so unlike other men, and it never occurred to her for some time that this might be because she was falling in love with him. “Get you a cold one?” “No thanks. But, you see, I’m smirched. My only love is for my poor lost son.
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