“Now I’ll have what I want from you, wife. It seemed intolerable that she should go home and admit herself beaten. Her teachers and mistresses had done their best to stamp her mind with an ineradicable persuasion that it was tremendously important, and on no account to be thought about. I believe—I believe that I must risk it. The act was mechanical, a bit of sparring for time: his anger was searching about for a new vent. McClintock could not browbeat him, storm as he might. She held it by the neck and broke the end of the bottle on the hard dirt. It is the horse of the priest, you understand, and—and he does not know that I have borrowed it. She hadn't meant to ask anything for herself. PELLISSIER. Her pulses began to race.
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