"Bring him out, Quilt. It was an intimate smell, the unmistakable scent of him and another woman. I only wish he was not a Papist and a Jacobite. At the threshold of the study he bade her good-night; but he did not touch her forehead with his lips. ‘Come,’ she called. A little kindness would not bring the world tumbling about her ears. He left that arid rule clear of the least mist of refinement or delicacy. Anna opened a cupboard and produced cups and saucers and a tin of coffee. "I'll now pay the debt I owe you," cried Jack, tightening his grip till the thieftaker blackened in the face. Her spirit awoke in dismay to an affection in ruins, to the immense undignified disaster that had come to them.
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