“These are the playgrounds of life. What I said about your brat was all stuff. I still have a cross stitch she made for me of a little fairy sitting on a daffodil. The joy that filled her veins with throbbing fire urged her to rise and go swinging and whirling and dipping. The baby crawled towards them, seeking their blood. ‘I have only borrowed it. It was an intimate smell, the unmistakable scent of him and another woman. For the fresh and feverish hue of lip which years ago characterised this feature, was now substituted a pure and wholesome bloom, evincing a total change of habits; and, though the coarse character of the mouth remained, in some degree, unaltered, it was so modified in expression, that it could no longer be accounted a blemish.
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