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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. “And let us have a talk about this—some other time. Indeed, he told me nothing at all. She wondered even at this late
day how she had been able to hold her maddening curiosity in check. The actual danger was lost sight of in these wild
apprehensions; and many timorous beings were scared beyond reason's verge by
the excess of their fears. “And yet you still live, Butterfly. ”
“Not coming home!”
“No!” And, in spite of her resolve to be a Person, Ann Veronica began to
weep with terror at herself. It’s the public
entrance. Her wings
were oddly weak, but for all that she could fly. ‘Only you made me lose my temper, and—’
‘I made you do so? Pah!’
Gerald at last succeeded in ripping the handkerchief from her grasp, and
swiftly held it to her neck, oblivious to her now bloodied fingers clawing at his
hand. Earles strode into the waiting-room. They stopped talking, except to each
other. You
may have something to conceal, you may not. 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.
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