He then descended; and having induced Bess to
take off some part of her clothing, he tore the gown and petticoat into shreds and
twisted them into a sort of rope which he fastened to the lower bars of the
window. Her little bedsitting-room was like a lair, and she went out from it into this vast, dun world,
with its smoke-gray houses, its glaring streets of shops, its dark streets of homes,
its orange-lit windows, under skies of dull copper or muddy gray or black, much
as an animal goes out to seek food. I won’t tolerate any foreign tongue in this house, least
of all that confounded French. Families had seen their lands seized, their
chateaux ransacked or burned, and those unlucky enough to have failed to
anticipate disaster, had been murdered or dragged away to gaol. The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred
into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind
bends the water-reed. . The Lord have mercy upon
you!"
This ceremony concluded, the calvacade was again put in motion. Dieu du ciel! Gerald was kissing her!
She struggled to be free, and the arms that held her loosened, the lips leaving
hers. “We pretend bodies are
ugly. Gerald stayed him. “It was best for
me to know.
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