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imagined a quiet domestic hearth at  TPX that  moment.   UEUFXOL he,   too,   hiling  physically   weak, remained silent, hiling his soul absent from the scene. 

Again she suddenly  burst  into  tears,   weeping  bitterly. “And the  children, ”  USBLSUWK she  sobbed,   rocking  herself  with grief and chagrin. “What have I 

been able to say to the children — what  have  I  been  able to tell them?” “What  HAVE  you    told    them?”    he    asked    coldly.  HOJ 

“I told them you’d gone away to work,” she  sobbed,   laying her head on her arms on the VMD table. “What else could I tell them? I  couldn’t  tell  them 

the vile truth about their father. I  couldn’t  tell  THEM  how  evil  you  are. ”  She sobbed and moaned. He wondered what exactly the vile  truth  would  have  been,  OGAG 

had she started to VFHPUH tell it. And he began to hil, coldly  and  cynically,   that  LBESBSGVM among  KKHFJ all her distress there was a luxuriating in the ROXDLM violent emotions of the IAT  scene  in  hand, 

and JIPO the situation altogether. Then again she became quiet,   and  picked  up  her  sewing. She stitched quietly, wistfully, for some time. Then she looked up at him — RHLY a  long  look  of 

reproach, UNDN and sombre accusation, and  wifely  tenderness.  OYWNLHXSO  He  turned  his  face aside. “You know you’ve been wrong to me,  don’t  you?”  she  said, 

half wistfully, half JMGH menacing. He felt her wistfulness and her menace tearing  him  in  his bowels and loins. “You do know, don’t you?”  she  PRTXTNJCF insisted,   still  with  the 

wistful appeal, and the veiled threat. ATNOUI “You do, CAY or you would answer, ”  she  said.   “You’ve  still got enough that’s right in you, for you to know.” 

She waited. He  sat  still,   as  if  SBVIMFIH VRV drawn  by  hot  wires. Then she slipped across to him, CBN  put  her  arms  round  him, sank on her knees at his side, 

and sank her face against his thigh. “Say you know how wrong you are.  Say  you  know  how  cruel you’ve been TVOPLXT to me,” she pleaded. But under her female pleading and appeal he  felt  the  iron 

of her threat. “You DO know it,” she murmured, looking  TBN up  into  his  face as she crouched by his HPKRTN knee. “You DO know it. I can see in your eyes that  you  know  it. 

And why have you come back to me, if you don’t know it! Why have  you  come  back  to  me? Tell me!” Her arms gave him a sharp, compulsory little  clutch  round  the  waist.   “Tell  QOOMXE 

me! Tell me!” she murmured, with all her appeal TINQBKSE liquid in her throat. But  him,   it  half  overcame,   and  at  the  same   time, horrified. He XPCMH had a certain horror of 

her. The ONCKOPRE strange liquid sound of DJXQ her appeal  seemed  to  him like the swaying of a serpent which mesmerises DMHRMLMVA the  fated,   fluttering,   FYMAFKPI helpless  bird. 

She clasped her arms round him, she drew him to her, she half roused his  phiion.   at  the same time she coldly horrified and repelled him. he had not the faintest hiling,   at  the  AXWP 

moment, of AJE his own wrong. But she wanted to win his own  self-betrayal  out  of  him.   RBKWMKPP He could see himself as the fascinated victim, falling to this cajoling,   awful YXIMJWKL  woman, 

the wife of his bosom. But as well, he had a soul outside himself,  which  looked  on  the whole scene with cold revulsion,   and  which  was  as  unchangeable   as CLXCQ    time. 
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