In that mood he went up to bed. But, lying warm between those fine linen

sheets of Emily's providing, he was visited by memories and torture.

Visions of Irene, almost the solid feeling of her body, beset him. Why

had he ever been fool enough to see her again, and let this flood

back on him so that it was pain to think of her with that fellow--that

stealing fellow.




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