It isn’t law, nor custom, nor masculine violence settled that. Her anger parlayed with her confusion, as she realized that the new marriage was about as optional as the first one and her hunger was growing inside her like a weed. ’ ‘Who, Joan, who? Of whom do you speak?’ ‘Mrs Sindlesham. It seemed as if each time her imagination reached out investingly, an invisible lash beat it back. He put it carefully aside, resolved to defer the attempt till night. They stood back together and stared at it. She was wearing a becoming tea-gown, and it was quite certain that Sir John would not be home for several hours at least. Spurling, drily. “I am very glad to hear you say it,” he repeated, and refrained from further inquiry.
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