I have never wept since that day. It’s got to be at last like tobacco-ash over all my sayings and doings. He returned figuratively to his bed—the bed he had made for himself and in which he must for ever lie. You belong to me, and I have waited long enough. The spring can't be opened on this side. If I had been quite quiet and white and dignified, wouldn’t it have been different? Would he have dared?.
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