This laughter released something that had been striving for expression—her own natural buoyancy. . ’ ‘Don’t you believe it. Fool that I was to marry for beauty! I ought to have remembered that a fair woman and a slashed gown always find some nail in the way. She kept him talking all the way to the doorstep of the Beck's home, a small 1970s brown split-level in the old part of town. ’ ‘That is what you thought of me. Aha!" he continued, producing a short silver staff, which he carried constantly about with him, and uttering a terrible imprecation, "I see you're confounded.
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