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Hughes, Rupert, 1872-1956

"We Can't Have Everything"

She felt that the good doctor would
advise her to lay them before Cheever and confound him with guilt,
bring him to what the preachers call "a realizing sense" of it and
win him home.
She was tempted to try the imaginary advice on Cheever, but something
held her back. She wondered what it was, till suddenly she came to
a realizing sense of one fearful bit of news: her soul had so changed
toward him, her love had turned to such disgust, that she was afraid
he might come back to her! He might cast off his discovered partner
in guilt and renew his old claim to Charity's soul and body. That
would be degradation indeed!
Now she was convinced that her love had starved even unto death, that
it was a corpse in her home, corrupted the air and must be removed.


CHAPTER XX
Kedzie lay extended on her _chaise longue_, looking as much
unlike Madame Recamier as one could look who was so pretty a woman.
A Sunday supplement dropped from her hand and joined the heap of
papers on the floor. Kedzie was tired of looking at pictures of
herself.
She had had to look over all the papers, since she was in them all.
At least her other self, Anita Adair, was in them.
In every paper there was a large advertisement with a large picture
of her and the names of the theaters at which she would appear
simultaneously in her new film. In the critical pages devoted to
the moving-picture world there were also pictures of her and at least
a little text.


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