“Mr. She went next day to the schools, and her world seemed all made of happiness
just worked up roughly into shapes and occasions and duties. "Take a drop of brandy before we start, watchman," said Wood, pouring out a
glass of spirit, and presenting it to Terence, who smacked his lips as he disposed
of it. ‘Nevertheless, you will marry me,’ he snarled. On the one hand, she seemed to think plainly and
simply, and would talk serenely and freely about topics that most women have
been trained either to avoid or conceal; and on the other she was unconscious, or
else she had an air of being unconscious—that was the riddle—to all sorts of
personal applications that almost any girl or woman, one might have thought,
would have made. She stood face to face with him, and his voice cut across her speech and made
her stop abruptly. She had time in the
afternoons to do crewelwork and embroidery, no longer
occupied by the constant spinning of wool. “There’s another instinct, too,” he went on, “in a state of suppression, unless
I’m very much mistaken; a child-expelling instinct.
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