The law would accord her all her previous rights: she would return to the exact status out of which in his madness he had taken her. ‘Always he is busy about my affairs. ‘Let go!’ ‘Do you take me for a fool?’ Gerald demanded. Whatever he did, she was bound to scream. Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved. Particularly when it was obvious the fellow was one of these pitiful wretches weak enough to allow themselves to be ousted from their inheritances and thus obliged to come seeking succour of their neighbours. She had very few clear memories before a particular day in the library, when they had finished one of her first reading lessons. It was now a quarter past twelve. In one of the cabins a man sat on the edge of his narrow bunk.
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