I regarded her death as one of the biggest slices of luck I'd ever had.

And now--curse her!"-- he ended savagely--"she has come to life again!" He glanced at Monck with the words, almost as if seeking sympathy; but Monck's face was masklike in its unresponsiveness.

He said nothing whatever.
In a moment Dacre took up the tale.

"I've considered myself free ever since we separated, after only six weeks together.

Any man would.