"I heard he hasn't visited her since the wedding night."
"Well, I heard that he hadn't even visited her on the wedding night."
"I heard she had a stillborn."
"You heard she had a stillborn?"
"Yes, I heard she had a stillborn. Anne was there. Weren't you, Anne?"
"Yes, I was there. It's true. It's all true."
"Well, I heard her first husband died of syphilis."
"Syphilis?"
"Yes, syphilis."
"Oh, what a shame to have a husband with syphilis. What a shame. And she's so beautiful, I wonder what is wrong with her."
"How could you say that, Anne? How could you say that?"
"Well it must be true. There must be something wrong with her. There must be. Why else would he have syphilis?"
"Well, anyway, it's been three months, and he still hasn't visited her."
"Is it true, Anne? Is it true?"
"It's true. It's all true."
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RomanceThe monarch with the gloves that reached her elbows and the collar that reached her chin and the dress that reached the floor. The monarch with the icy eyes and the pursed lips and the pale skin. The monarch who barely uttered a word, and when she d...
