“I was in Paris four years ago,” Mr. ” They talked for a while in somewhat dreamy fashion, Anna especially being more silent than usual. It began to rain, a cold sweat of precipitation that was more sickly than refreshing. It was an excuse, dredged up on the spur of the moment to cover a slip. He seemed so clean anyway, his fair 215 skin, his light brown hair, there almost seemed to be no point. He watched her constantly, trapped her in corners and slept with his arms locking her like a human cage. I swore I would bring your husband to the gallows,—would plunge you in such want, such distress, that you should have no alternative but the last frightful resource of misery,—and I also swore, that if you had a son he should share the same fate as his father. ’ ‘Oh yes, yes.
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