He swore that I was his wife, and—I shot him, Nigel, as his arms were closing around me. “To the young man himself,” he answered, “no! I simply object to his calling here two or three times a week during my absence. In the discussion there was the oddest mixture of things that were personal and petty with an idealist devotion that was fine beyond dispute. I worshipped women long before I found any woman I might ever hope to worship. But there was something in his face at once stupid and invincible that told her he would go on forcing himself upon her, that he would esteem speech with her a great point gained.
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