"
"I had no intention of threatening you, my dear. You ought to know
me better. That clipping was sent me attached to the slip. The
only reason I let you see it was because I think you ought to know
how the most innocent things are misconstrued."
"You couldn't divorce me if you wanted to." Then her defiance faded
in a weak terror. She began to cry, shameless frightened tears that
rolled down her cheeks. She reminded him that she was the mother of
his child, that she had sacrificed her life to both of them, and
that now they would both leave her and turn her adrift. She had
served her purpose, now let her go.
Utter hopelessness kept him dumb. He knew of old that she would
cry until she was ready to stop, or until she had gained her point.
And he knew, too, that she expected him to put his arms around her
again, in token of his complete surrender. The very fact hardened
him. He did not want to put his arms around her. He wanted,
indeed, to get out into the open air and walk off his exasperation.
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