The blinds were all drawn, the sunlight kept out, one could not tell what colors these gray swathings hid. “You mean to tell me” he said, “that you have a lover? While I have been keeping you! Yes—keeping you!” This view of life he hurled at her as if it were an offensive missile. ’ A laugh escaped her. To be no longer with Martha was strange. Her glance, absorbing the gilt letters and their significance, communicated to her poised body a species of paralysis.
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