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"I've besieged you for three years," I would retort "asking it not to
be. You've done as you pleased. If I've turned away at last--"
Or again she would revive all the stresses before our marriage.
"How you must hate me! I made you wait. Well now--I suppose you have
your revenge."
"REVENGE!" I echoed.
Then she would try over the aspects of our new separated lives.
"I ought to earn my own living," she would insist.
"I want to be quite independent. I've always hated London. Perhaps I
shall try a poultry farm and bees. You won't mind at first my being a
burden. Afterwards--"
"We've settled all that," I said.
"I suppose you will hate me anyhow..."
There were times when she seemed to regard our separation with
absolute complacency, when she would plan all sorts of freedoms and
characteristic interests.
"I shall go out a lot with Smithie," she said.
And once she said an ugly thing that I did indeed hate her for that I
cannot even now quite forgive her.
"Your aunt will rejoice at all this. She never cared for me.


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