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Updated: May 24, 2025
I fumbled for the door-catch in the darkness, flung open the door, and ran out into the night across the moors and home. "I had hardly got inside before your sister came with her husband to see me to beg me to go with her to Flint House and reason with your brother. To reason with him! He was beyond the futility of argument, the folly of retort. I did not want to go at first.
I couldn't bear to leave you, it'll be a whole week before we get another day. Do you suppose I'd I'd do anything to insult you, Janet?" With her fingers still tightened over the door-catch she turned and looked at him. "I don't know," she said slowly. "Sometimes I think you would. Why shouldn't you? Why should you marry me? Why shouldn't you try to do with me what you've done with other women?
I couldn't bear to leave you, it'll be a whole week before we get another day. Do you suppose I'd I'd do anything to insult you, Janet?" With her fingers still tightened over the door-catch she turned and looked at him. "I don't know," she said slowly. "Sometimes I think you would. Why shouldn't you? Why should you marry me? Why shouldn't you try to do with me what you've done with other women?
Tams was a born serf, and her nature was such that she wanted to apologize to Thomas Batchgrew for the naughtiness of the door. For her there was something monstrous in a personage like Thomas Batchgrew being balked in a desire, even for a moment, by a perverse door-catch. Not that she really respected Thomas Batchgrew! She did not, but he was a member of the sacred governing class.
Bowing, he left the stateroom. He heard the door-catch snap. Somehow, in some way as yet inexplicable to him, that sound caused him another discomfort. For the first time in his life he had been having private conversation with a woman conversation that might almost have been construed as intimate, since it had held secrets.
What she saw must have startled her, for she drew quickly back, her hand pressed to her heart. Then softly she retraced her steps; they heard the door-catch slip quietly back and were conscious that the door was swung open; the woman then crept inch by inch, so it seemed, down the hall.
I couldn't bear to leave you, it'll be a whole week before we get another day. Do you suppose I'd I'd do anything to insult you, Janet?" With her fingers still tightened over the door-catch she turned and looked at him. "I don't know," she said slowly. "Sometimes I think you would. Why shouldn't you? Why should you marry me? Why shouldn't you try to do with me what you've done with other women?
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