He was really very proud of her, and extraordinarily angry and resentful at the innocent and audacious selfreliance that seemed to intimate her sense of absolute independence of him, her absolute security without him. And turning again, as if the emotions she had churned up kept her on the move, she paced back to the mantel and there stopped, staring at her own reflection in the tarnished mirror. The work of plunder over, that of destruction commenced. “The plain common-sense of the case,” he said, “is that we can’t possibly be lovers in the ordinary sense.
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