The man was thick set, with a bright roving eye. Her anger parlayed with her confusion, as she realized that the new marriage was about as optional as the first one and her hunger was growing inside her like a weed. Anyhow, he did not sentimentalize her. People had started filling the hall: instrumentalists, overly conscientious parents. A discreet husband would leave the dispensation of his bounty, where women are concerned, to his wife. She took refuge in beating her pillow and inventing insulting epithets for herself. The Wastrel did not relish this.
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