“It was very tiring. "Think not to deceive me, monster. “To begin with, I was—I was in the divorce court. He was the beachcomber, or the old sailor with the black pearl (Ruth's tales), or the wastrel musician McClintock had described to him. If I had been your companion only, and not your master, I might very well have been content to accept you for what you seem. The wards on the right were occupied by male patients, on the left by the female. Good looks, with a melancholy cast, always drew sentimental females. She had thought it a mirror, because it was her.
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