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"
You
are
drunk
,
"
she
said
coldly
,
"
and
I
am
going
to
bed
.
"
"
I
am
very
drunk
and
I
intend
to
get
still
drunker
before
the
evening
's
over
.
But
you
are
n't
going
to
bed
--
not
yet
.
Sit
down
.
"
His
voice
still
held
a
remnant
of
its
wonted
cool
drawl
but
beneath
the
words
she
could
feel
violence
fighting
its
way
to
the
surface
,
violence
as
cruel
as
the
crack
of
a
whip
.
She
wavered
irresolutely
and
he
was
at
her
side
,
his
hand
on
her
arm
in
a
grip
that
hurt
.
He
gave
it
a
slight
wrench
and
she
hastily
sat
down
with
a
little
cry
of
pain
.
Now
,
she
was
afraid
,
more
afraid
than
she
had
ever
been
in
her
life
.
As
he
leaned
over
her
,
she
saw
that
his
face
was
dark
and
flushed
and
his
eyes
still
held
their
frightening
glitter
.
There
was
something
in
their
depths
she
did
not
recognize
,
could
not
understand
,
something
deeper
than
anger
,
stronger
than
pain
,
something
driving
him
until
his
eyes
glowed
redly
like
twin
coals
.
He
looked
down
at
her
for
a
long
time
,
so
long
that
her
defiant
gaze
wavered
and
fell
,
and
then
he
slumped
into
a
chair
opposite
her
and
poured
himself
another
drink
.
She
thought
rapidly
,
trying
to
lay
a
line
of
defenses
.
But
until
he
spoke
,
she
would
not
know
what
to
say
for
she
did
not
know
exactly
what
accusation
he
intended
to
make
.
He
drank
slowly
,
watching
her
over
the
glass
and
she
tightened
her
nerves
,
trying
to
keep
from
trembling
.
For
a
time
his
face
did
not
change
its
expression
but
finally
he
laughed
,
still
keeping
his
eyes
on
her
,
and
at
the
sound
she
could
not
still
her
shaking
.
"
It
was
an
amusing
comedy
,
this
evening
,
was
n't
it
?
"
She
said
nothing
,
curling
her
toes
in
the
loose
slippers
in
an
effort
at
controlling
her
quivering
.
"
A
pleasant
comedy
with
no
character
missing
.
The
village
assembled
to
stone
the
erring
woman
,
the
wronged
husband
supporting
his
wife
as
a
gentleman
should
,
the
wronged
wife
stepping
in
with
Christian
spirit
and
casting
the
garments
of
her
spotless
reputation
over
it
all
.
And
the
lover
--
"
"
Please
.
"
"
I
do
n't
please
.
Not
tonight
.
It
's
too
amusing
.
And
the
lover
looking
like
a
damned
fool
and
wishing
he
were
dead
.
How
does
it
feel
,
my
dear
,
to
have
the
woman
you
hate
stand
by
you
and
cloak
your
sins
for
you
?
Sit
down
.
"
