My wife Clarissa was a beauty, slim willowy yet womanly where it counted, a ready smile when she chose but was not robust, indeed she so continually succumbed to the bad air of the confines of the metropolis that I had taken a lease on the house atop the cliff at Manderley that she might stay the summer and profit from the sea air and regain her health. “Husband,” she said, “Captain Rigsby,” I saw she had dressed in a crisp white silken nightgown. XNXX We rolled steadily through Stonehouse and with much huffing and puffing our locomotive engine began the toil of the climb over the Dart Moor, “I owe you a debt of gratitude Mr Rigsby, you have transformed my wife from an invalid into the very personification of a whore, Rigsby, and do you know I may yet have a position to offer you ,” I mentioned.
