I’m a female thing at bottom. Gracious, there’s the gong. A tall elegantly dressed woman, followed by a maid, came down the broad staircase. He had often read about it, and once he had incorporated it in a story, that invisible force which sent men to prison and to the gallows, when a tongue controlled would have meant liberty indefinite. “Perhaps,” he said, “I have been to blame. She would be surrendering to all her impulses—particularly the good impulses—many of which society had condemned long since because they entailed too much trouble. “He has a stubbly yellow moustache, weak eyes, and great horrid hands. Happen what might, he could not be in a worse position. There was only one idea in his head now—to batter and bruise and crush this weakling, then cast him at the feet of his love-lorn wife. He wanted to become a millionaire. A marriage in the house proved to be exciting but extremely disorganizing.
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