He was just getting cross about your being late for dinner—you know his way—when it came. It is what I have wanted, what I have meant all along. Nature is a mother; her sympathies have always been feminist, and she has tempered the man to the shorn woman. Why do women take to lies and deceit and trickery as naturally as a duck to water?” “You are not alluding, I hope, to Miss Pellissier?” Ennison said stiffly. ‘Even the nuns they say I am like a devil. Her heart in her mouth, she heard his foot scrape on the floorboard and knew from his expression that Gosse had heard it too. By the time I had recovered myself she had gone. Awful shapes seemed to flit by, borne on the wings of the tempest, animating and directing its fury. ‘Ain’t my place, I know that. But what a monster was this Emile.
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