For all her begging she had been given the choice to go into the nunnery and “learn how to read scrolls with the rest of God’s Spinsters” by her father, but had quickly lost interest when presented with the idea of bearing babies. Her head had been shaved, and around it was swathed a piece of rag, in which a few straws were stuck. “I want to ask you a question,” she said abruptly. We were properly married, and the certificate is at my lawyer’s. She could not hide her face. ‘Couldn’t even trouble to make a pretence of motherhood. I suppose this is the sort of damned rubbish—” “Oh! Ssh, Peter!” cried Miss Stanley. We propose to disregard all our ties, all our obligations, all the established prohibitions of society, and begin life together afresh.
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