” His rhythm slowed to a grind. Occasionally the mere fact of lying in bed became unendurable, and she rolled out and marched about her room and whispered abuse of herself—usually until she hit against some article of furniture. “I do hope that I shall be able to make it up to you. See!" she added, tearing the rag from her head,—"I had beautiful black hair once. You will have to tell me. She dreaded leaving him for the night, but separated herself finally. It was maddening to be made to feel that he was in any way the inferior of this cool, self-possessed young woman, whose eyes seemed for a moment to scintillate with scorn.
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