“Now I’ll have what I want from you, wife. " "It is," answered Wood. I don’t want a family in the suburbs and Christmases at the Florida house and summers at the Hamptons. “Some day you will be my wife, and it would not be well for either of us to remember that in these unhappy days you and I were separated. Would you stand by me—and her?” “My dear Nigel!” she exclaimed. Her hands wove through his black hair, luxuriating in its thickness. From me. What would you? I cannot fight them all. “Nigel, don’t you understand. The dress was her mother's, and she was wearing it to save a little extra money.
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