" There was a pause. At second hand it would be unendurable. He swore that I was his wife, that chance had given me to him at last. It reminded her viscerally of her subhuman status, stripped away of the pretenses of art, intellect, and nicety. The warm September sun fell strongly on this part of the grounds, uninterrupted by trees, its light bouncing off the glass in the mansion’s walls. The word of a Chinaman; he had given it, so he must abide. Then he stood up and repeated it again. Just dreamed—and ran away even from my dreams. I hope she falls off the face of the planet. “I have not the least idea who he is. He had informed her that to leave him would be a choice to live a life of meager subsistence. There it was—to be borrowed.
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