” “Why did you keep her all of these years? What good can it do?” “She created me, Lucia. She was not allowed to bathe herself: another prisoner, with a privileged manner, washed her. " "But a man may love his wife!" cried Spurlock, utterly bewildered. She was obliged, as she explained continually to every one who cared to listen, to be so very particular. Pottiswick had mentioned muttering. Quite right. Alas! that the punishment of his offences should fall on her head. “It means that I have had enough of this slavery,” she declared. CHAPTER XII. “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. The tables were then cleared. " "No more of this," said Winifred, angrily. She was practically an outcast, she had not even the ghost of a plan as to her future, and she had something less than five pounds in her pocket. ” He crossed himself and grinned.
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