She was faint from hunger, her head spinning into dizziness, the blood madness readying for battle. She never grew angry for anything her husband did: such anger as came to her was directed against the lazy, incompetent servant who was always snooping about in the inner temple—Spurlock's study. Then he stood up and hailed a fiacre. —Providence, I mean—HAS arranged it so that men will keep you, more or less. She decided to call in the help of Teddy Widgett, or, failing him, of one of his sisters. “If you come a step nearer to me,” she said, “I will smash every glass on this table.
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