70 <9> A MARRIAGE, PART II She dreamt of the inn they had stopped at after her suicide attempt, the flea-ridden hostel her husband had angrily toted her to after the incident at the country house. ’ ‘But what have I done?’ protested Gerald innocently. This was irregular. Was she so fearful still? Roding shrugged and grimaced. He brought home a few waverers to talk to them where they had no chance of getting away. Husbands and wives, young lovers, and mothers with strollers thronged in the streets, all savoring the fine cool weather. She could stow away, go to a place where there were no people to eat and end her life. A loud buzz of curiosity circulated among the domestics; some of whom— especially the females—leaned forward to obtain a peep at the culprit. She brought her hands up to her head and ripped out two long chunks of her hair, pulling out shreds of scalp. . A door led to the inner room; and it was evident from the peals of merriment, and other noises, that, ever and anon, resounded from within, that this chamber was occupied by the Marquis and his friends.
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