He shall expiate his offences on the gibbet. He reached a silver cigar and cigarette box from the sideboard and put it before his father-in-law, and for a time the preliminaries of smoking occupied them both. And then at the street corner she came face to face with Nigel Ennison. If he laid his own suspicions boldly before the girl, and in the end the boy came clean, he would always be haunted by the witless cruelty of the act. “Lucy!” He whispered into her ear beneath a dusty curtain cloud. Through her door curtain she could see the light from the study lamp. She spoke slowly. ‘She? Sa femme? That is the game then? That she could dare to take my place, that salope. At second hand it would be unendurable. It is enough to make a man throw away canvas and brushes into the bottomless precipices, enough to make one weep with despair at his utter and absolute impotence. I am not of the canaille, but a bourgeois.
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