The Little Lady of The Big House by Jack London Chapter 30 Page 15

He nodded.

“Possibly,” he added, with an air of judicious weighing, “I sensed it coming before even you knew it. But we will not go into that or other things.”

“You have seen� “ she attempted to ask, stung almost to shame at thought of her husband having witnessed any caress of hers and Graham’s.

“We will not demean ourselves with details, Paula. Besides, there was and is nothing wrong about any of it. Also, it was not necessary for me to see anything. I have my memories of when I, too, kissed stolen kisses in the pause of the seconds between the frank, outspoken ‘Good nights.’ When all the signs of ripeness are visible — the love-shades and love-notes that cannot be hidden, the