He might call her wife, but she refused to give him his wedding night. I was forced to lay on a bed of nails for three days. She could not feel her own body. She stared at him and thought the words, “My husband, my husband. Chapter IV THE TEMPERAMENT OF AN ARTIST “You may sit there and smoke, and look out upon your wonderful Paris,” Anna said lightly.
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