"Your father—poor imbecile!—believes we ran away together. I once might have married you for your beauty,—now I marry you for your wealth. At other times, it would seem that the sea itself had gone away. Then he slapped his hand on his desk and looked up with the air of a man struck by a brilliant idea. “It is against my husband’s orders, and I am not sure that my sister will be particularly glad to see me. E. That is easy. ’ ‘Parbleu, it is I who am the idiot?’ she scolded furiously, removing one hand and digging it into her sleeve. But in between these wider phases of comparative confidence were gaps of disconcerting doubt, when the universe was presented as making sinister and threatening faces at her, defying her to defy, preparing a humiliating and shameful overthrow.
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