’ ‘Had a certificate for it,’ argued Roding. But she did not speak. She was lamentably without comparisons; such few young men as she had seen—white men—had been on the beach, pitiful and terrible objects. She had one idea, she found, very clear in her mind—that she would get a Research Scholarship, and so contrive another year in the laboratory. The likelihood is that I shan’t see the wench again. T. Anthony, when God Himself had found only one man strong enough for that! McClintock shook his head violently, as if to dismiss this dream he was having. I mean Miss Charvill no harm. That her husband was not touching her anymore grew to be like a disease, something to be cured. She missed them already. At times he seemed to be claiming pity from her; at times he was threatening her with her check and exposure; at times he was boasting of his inflexible will, and how, in the end, he always got what he wanted.
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