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"
Go
on
,
"
he
said
;
his
voice
was
low
;
it
had
the
sound
of
a
threat
.
"
Darling
,
what
for
?
—
since
you
understood
me
quite
well
.
"
"
What
was
it
you
intended
to
say
?
"
His
voice
was
harshly
precise
and
without
any
color
of
feeling
.
"
Do
you
really
wish
to
bring
me
to
the
humiliation
of
complaining
?
It
’
s
so
trite
and
such
a
common
complaint
—
although
I
did
think
I
had
a
husband
who
prides
himself
on
being
different
from
lesser
men
.
Do
you
want
me
to
remind
you
that
you
once
swore
to
make
my
happiness
the
aim
of
your
life
?
And
that
you
can
’
t
really
say
in
all
honesty
whether
I
’
m
happy
or
unhappy
,
because
you
haven
’
t
even
inquired
whether
I
exist
?
"
He
felt
them
as
a
physical
pain
—
all
the
things
that
came
tearing
at
him
impossibly
together
.
Her
words
were
a
plea
,
he
thought
—
and
he
felt
the
dark
,
hot
flow
of
guilt
.
He
felt
pity
—
the
cold
ugliness
of
pity
without
affection
.
He
felt
a
dim
anger
,
like
a
voice
he
tried
to
choke
,
a
voice
crying
in
revulsion
:
Why
should
I
deal
with
her
rotten
,
twisted
lying
?
—
why
should
I
accept
torture
for
the
sake
of
pity
?
—
why
is
it
I
who
should
have
to
take
the
hopeless
burden
of
trying
to
spare
a
feeling
she
won
’
t
admit
,
a
feeling
I
can
’
t
know
or
understand
or
try
to
guess
?
—
if
she
loves
me
,
why
doesn
’
t
the
damn
coward
say
so
and
let
us
both
face
it
in
the
open
?
He
heard
another
,
louder
voice
,
saying
evenly
:
Don
’
t
switch
the
blame
to
her
,
that
’
s
the
oldest
trick
of
all
cowards
—
you
’
re
guilty
—
no
matter
what
she
does
,
it
’
s
nothing
compared
to
your
guilt
—
she
’
s
right
—
it
makes
you
sick
,
doesn
’
t
it
,
to
know
it
’
s
she
who
’
s
right
?
—
let
it
make
you
sick
,
you
damn
adulterer
—
it
’
s
she
who
’
s
right
!
"
What
would
make
you
happy
,
Lillian
?
"
he
asked
.
His
voice
was
toneless
.
She
smiled
,
leaning
back
in
her
chair
,
relaxing
;
she
had
been
watching
his
face
intently
.
"
Oh
,
dear
!
"
she
said
,
as
in
bored
amusement
.
"
That
’
s
the
shyster
question
.
The
loophole
.
The
escape
clause
.
"
