I could guess at her figure on the divan-swing as I watched her shapely slender legs sheathed in white silk stockings. She was chilled and her rather husky voice sounded especially seductive. That month of love could not last forever. After a cold bath and a few sniffs of spirits of ammonia, she recovered her senses and the necklace, which she displayed at the marriage supper. The wedding was lavish and they lived happily ever . . .
Money is a powerful magnet.
But it did not take me long to understand that he would not attain his desire. He had elegance and a roughneck's air, and was painstakingly careful in his speech. Though not of the same class. He no longer lacked money, as he had in Louisville, but he did lack, I believe, the lack of scruples, and the brutality, of her husband. The lack of scruples, or perhaps it would be more exact to call it conscience, would be displayed once again when he attempted to get rid of his wife's lover.