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When I'm alone I don't mind. Chapter VI
A QUESTION OF IDENTIFICATION
The little man with the closely-cropped beard and hair looked at her keenly
through his gold eye-glasses. On the left there were doors communicating with the
King's Bench Ward and the Stone Ward, two large holds on the Master Debtors'
side. She hung about his chair, followed
him to the door, touched his sleeve timidly, all the while striving to pronounce
the words which refused to rise to her tongue. . What you say is probably all true and
necessary. She would not look at him, would not think of him; when
her mind wavered, then she muttered to herself in the darkness so as to keep hold
of her generalizations. We do not remember to have met with a single individual, reported
to be under petticoat government, who was not content with his lot,—nay, who
so far from repining, did not exult in his servitude; and we see no way of
accounting for this apparently inexplicable conduct—for which, among other
phenomena of married life, various reasons have been assigned, though none
entirely satisfactory to us—except upon the ground that these domineering
dames possess some charm sufficiently strong to counteract the irritating effect
of their tempers; some secret and attractive quality of which the world at large is
in ignorance, and with which their husbands alone can be supposed to be
acquainted. ’
Melusine’s eyes narrowed and she drew back.
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