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My heart and soul were aflame with a sense of wrong. All the sweetening
and softening and purifying effects of the sacrament were gone in an
instant, and, moving stealthily across the carpet towards my husband's
door, I swiftly turned the handle.
The door was locked.
I heard a movement inside the room and in a moment I hurried from the
salon into the corridor, intending to enter by another door. As I was
about to do so I heard the lock turned back by a cautious hand within.
Then I swung the door open and boldly entered the room.
Nobody was there except my husband.
But I was just in time to catch the sound of rustling skirts in the
adjoining apartment and to see a door closed gently behind them.
I looked around. Although the sun was shining, the blinds were down and
the air was full of a rank odour of stale tobacco such as might have
been brought back in people's clothes from that shameless woman's salon.
My husband, who had clearly been drinking, was looking at me with a
half-senseless grin.


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