‘Her purpose, if you will believe me, is to get herself a dowry so that she may marry an Englishman. Something forbade him to draw her toward him and seal the compact with a kiss. I mean I’m not a good specimen of a woman. ‘How did you guess?’ ‘I guessed as soon as you said this was your house. You'll never be guided by me—never!" "Indeed, my love, you're entirely mistaken," returned the carpenter, endeavouring to deprecate his wife's rising resentment by the softest looks, and the meekest deportment. Playing became a way of escape. The picture in her mind altered and she saw again the way Gerald had looked with consternation upon the bruises he had inflicted on her wrist. The same old lines and verses, over and over, until there had come times when shrieking would have relieved her. By the time she was done, the bodies in the bathtub were gathering flies. This charming episode was repeated three times. She knew that to expect more now was like anticipating a gold-mine in the garden. There was one verse that haunted and mocked her. And now her mind was so full of the thought that she was in love—in love!—that marvellous state! that I really believe she had some dim idea of talking to him about it.
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