“Why can’t he reason with me,” she said, again and again, “instead of doing this?” Part 3 There presently came a phase in which she said: “I WON’T stand it even now. ’ Gerald raised his brows. Too damned chickenhearted to confess to me he’d run off with the woman. . So, in broken, rather breathless phrases, he told his story; and when he had done, he laid his arms upon the table and bent his head to them. Capes stood beside Miss Stanley, who was beaming unnaturally, and Mr. “Will he die?” she asked. For a long time he remained standing before the fire, staring at the situation. She tried to imagine herself “getting something,” to project herself as sitting down at a desk and writing, or as returning after her work to some pleasantly equipped and free and independent flat. Who was he to tread on her dreams? She had heroworshipped an unscrupulous adventurer, who had not hesitated to impose on her youth and her ignorance. There is a place—This isn’t the place. "Come Bess,—no whimpering.
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