It was just such a bedroom as she would have chosen for herself. He did not even reply to her for several minutes. ‘Grace à dieu, he breathes still. It is queer, but men of education and good birth fall swiftest and lowest. Fly! they shall knock me on the head—curse 'em!—before they shall touch you. ‘What are you, a nincompoop? She was Nicholas’s wife, of course. Her heart was beating with quite unaccustomed vigour, her hands were hot, she was conscious of a warmth in her blood which the summer sunshine was scarcely responsible for. She wondered why he was so distinctive, so unlike other men, and it never occurred to her for some time that this might be because she was falling in love with him. After that, we'll go our several ways. It was horrible, but what could she do? She meant to live her own life, and he meant, with contempt and insults, to prevent her.
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