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  Arment's resistance was not yielding. "Would it not be easier to -- write?" he suggested.  She shook her head. "There is no time to write . . . and it won't take long." She raised her head and their eyes met. "My husband has left me," she said.wholesale handbags Westall -- ?" he stammered, reddening agai "Yes. This morning. Just as I left you. Because he was tired of me." The words, uttered scarcely above a whisper, seemed to dilate to the limit of the room. Arment looked toward the door; then his embarrassed glance returned to Julia.

for not understanding that you didn't understand. . . That's all I wanted to say." She rose with a vague sense that the end had come, and put out a groping hand toward the door.  Arment stood motionless. She turned to him with a faint smile.  "You forgive me?"  "There is nothing to forgive --" "Then will you shake hands for good-by?" She felt his hand in hers: it was nerveless, reluctant. "Good-by," she repeated. "I understand now."  fashion handbags   She opened the door and passed out into the hall. As she did so, Arment took an impulsive step forward; but just then the footman, who was evidently alive to his obligations, advanced from the background to let her out. She

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