She was essentially one of the lovers of the world.

Had she married her mate, she would have demanded nothing more of life, though, if a child had been born of such mating, it would have seemed to her so beautiful and sure a link, so blent with love itself, that her arms would have opened to receive it.
But of all these intricacies of the feminine heart and mind Roger was sublimely ignorant.

So he chided her, still with that same unwonted gentleness which the thought of fatherhood sometimes brings to men of strong and violent temper.
"That's all nonsense, you know, sweetheart.

And some day.

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