You would not have the slightest difficulty. 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 returned figuratively to his bed—the
bed he had made for himself and in which he must for ever lie. “Just leave them with me for now, Clotilde. ‘I’m on your side. Me, I have a question for you first. Why? While the
front of his mind was busy warning her not to fall into the hopeless miseries of
underpaid teaching, and explaining his idea that for women of initiative, quite as
much as for men, the world of business had by far the best chances, the back
chambers of his brain were busy with the problem of that “Why?”
His first idea as a man of the world was to explain her unrest by a lover, some
secret or forbidden or impossible lover. "Bravo!" cried the thief-taker approvingly. Nothing but the
publicity of the place and the recollection of that terrible constituency kept him
from attempting some perfectly respectful but unmistakable evidence of his
sympathy. This charming episode was repeated
three times. The
four men fell upon him, holding his arms and legs, while Caliban forced back his
head. Wood. There was a new
softness in her eyes, a hesitation, a timidity about her manner which was almost
pathetic.
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