It gave her great satisfaction to hear that
Madame Chamberlain had spent a night in the county jail,
even if the nocturnal activities picked right up again after
two weeks. "She tells me there was a Kanaka cook; been in the family as long as she can
remember. A blow from the iron bar instantly stretched
the ruffian on the floor. They are arbitrary
and unjust and dogmatic and brutish and lustful. But at this, he halted, turning his frowning gaze back on her. By the time he had reached the summit of this hill, he had lost all trace of them;
and the ardour of the chase having in some measure subsided, he began to
reproach himself for his folly, in having wandered—as he conceived—so far out
of his course. She could feel his warm little body trying to snuggle
into her, trying to wriggle loose of his swaddling cloth. His head was small and bullet-shaped,
and he did not wear a wig, but had his sleek black hair cut off closely round his
temples. He would be off her case just as
soon as his fever for her broke and he found a lover, and
she imagined he must have plenty of girls from ritzy
families lining up to choose from. His tone was rough, almost threatening. ‘Gerald, this is a nun’s habit.
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