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Chapter 28

           "Stopthere!"shesaidquickly,hereyesflashingasshespoke—"Myideashavebeenrepugnanttoyou,yousay?Whathaveyoudone,youasmyhusband,tochangethoseideas?HaveyounotthesamebasepassionsasI?—anddoyounotgivewaytothemasbasely?WhathaveIseeninyoufromdaytodaythatIshouldtakeyouasanexample?Youaremasterhere,andyourulewithallthearrogancewealthcangive—youeat,drinkandsleep—youentertainyouracquaintancessimplythatyoumayastonishthembytheexcessofluxuryinwhichyouindulge—youreadandsmoke,shootandride,andthereanend—youareanordinary,notanexceptionalman.Doyoutroubletoaskwhatiswrongwithme?—doyoutry,withthepatienceofagreatlove,tosetbeforemenobleraimsthanthoseIhaveconsciouslyorunconsciouslyimbibed?—doyoutrytoleadme,anerring,passionate,misguidedwoman,intowhatIdreamofasthelight—thelightoffaithandhopewhichalonegivespeace?"

           Andsuddenly,buryingherheadinthepillowsofthecouchonwhichsheleaned,shebrokeintoafitofsmotheredweeping.

           Idrewmycigarfrommymouthandstaredatherhelplessly.Itwasaboutanhourafterdinner,andawarmsoftautumnalevening—Ihadeatenanddrunkwell,andIwasdrowsyandheavy-brained.

           "Dearme!"Imurmured—"youseemveryunreasonable,Sibyl!Isupposeyouarehysterical...."

           Shesprangupfromthecouch—hertearsdriedonhercheeksasthoughbysheerheatofthecrimsonglowthatflushedthem,andshelaughedwildly.

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