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the very first life with him was insupportable. I stood it as long
as I could, but when he beat me because he had no money to buy
drugs, I left him. I gave myself up to my career on the stage.
Later I heard that he was dead--a suicide. I worked, day and
night, slaved, and rose in the profession--until, at last, I met
Mr. Pitts."
She paused, and it was evident that it was with a struggle that
she could talk so.
"Three months after I was married to him, Thornton suddenly
reappeared, from the dead it seemed to me. He did not want me
back. No, indeed. All he wanted was money. I gave him money, my
own. money, for I made a great deal in my stage days. But his
demands increased. To silence him I have paid him thousands. He
squandered them faster than ever. And finally, when it became
unbearable, I appealed to a friend. That friend has now succeeded
in placing this man quietly in a sanitarium for the insane."
"And the murder of the chef?" shot out Kennedy.
She looked from one to the other of us in alarm.


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