Луна и грош

Chapter XXXI

           Thereisnocrueltygreaterthanawoman’stoamanwholovesherandwhomshedoesnotlove;shehasnokindnessthen,notoleranceeven,shehasonlyaninsaneirritation.BlancheStroevestoppedsuddenly,andashardasshecouldslappedherhusband’sface.Shetookadvantageofhisconfusiontoescape,andranupthestairstothestudio.Nowordhadpassedherlips.

           Whenhetoldmethisheputhishandtohischeekasthoughhestillfeltthesmartoftheblow,andinhiseyeswasapainthatwasheartrendingandanamazementthatwasludicrous.Helookedlikeanoverblownschoolboy,andthoughIfeltsosorryforhim,Icouldhardlyhelplaughing.

           Thenhetooktowalkingalongthestreetwhichshemustpassthroughtogettotheshops,andhewouldstandatthecorner,ontheotherside,asshewentalong.Hedarednotspeaktoheragain,butsoughttoputintohisroundeyestheappealthatwasinhisheart.Isupposehehadsomeideathatthesightofhismiserywouldtouchher.Shenevermadethesmallestsignthatshesawhim.Sheneverevenchangedthehourofhererrandsorsoughtanalternativeroute.Ihaveanideathattherewassomecrueltyinherindifference.Perhapsshegotenjoymentoutofthetorturesheinflicted.Iwonderedwhyshehatedhimsomuch.

           IbeggedStroevetobehavemorewisely.Hiswantofspiritwasexasperating.

           "You’redoingnogoodatallbygoingonlikethis,"Isaid."Ithinkyou’dhavebeenwiserifyou’dhitherovertheheadwithastick.Shewouldn’thavedespisedyouasshedoesnow."

           Isuggestedthatheshouldgohomeforawhile.

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