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'I don't think I should get any satisfaction from killing you, and I'm pretty sure you'd get none from killing me. Then in a querulous tone, ludicrously disproportioned to his wrongs, Boulte added, 'Seems rather a pity that you haven't the decency to keep to the woman, now you've got her. You've been a true friend to her too, haven't you? Kurrell stared long and gravely.
'Said to her? What does a man tell a lie like that for? I suppose I said pretty much what you've said, unless I'm a good deal mistaken. 'I spoke the truth, said Boulte, again more to himself than Kurrell. 'Emma told me she hated me. She has no right in me. 'No! I suppose not. You're only her husband, y'know. And what did Mrs. Vansuythen say after you had laid your disengaged heart at her feet?
'Well! said Kurrell brutally. 'It seems to me that Mrs. Boulte had better be fond of her own husband first. 'Stop! said Mrs. Vansuythen. 'Hear me first. I don't care I don't want to know anything about you and Mrs. Boulte; but I want you to know that I hate you, that I think you are a cur, and that I'll never, never speak to you again. Oh, I don't dare to say what I think of you, you man!
'I want to speak to Ted, moaned Mrs. Boulte, but the dog-cart rattled on, and Kurrell was left on the road, shamed, and boiling with wrath against Mrs. Boulte. He waited till Mrs. Vansuythen was driving back to her own house, and, she being freed from the embarrassment of Mrs. Boulte's presence, learned for the second time her opinion of himself and his actions.
He was to be the outsider in that happy family whose cage was the Dosehri hills. 'You're singing villainously out of tune, Kurrell, said the Major truthfully. 'Pass me that banjo. And he sang in excruciating-wise till the stars came out and all Kashima went to dinner. That was the beginning of the New Life of Kashima the life that Mrs. Boulte made when her tongue was loosened in the twilight.
Vansuythen's bedroom, and departed before the storm of that lady's wrath and disgust, impenitent and burning with jealousy. Kurrell had been making love to Mrs. Vansuythen would do Vansuythen as great a wrong as he had done Boulte, who caught himself considering whether Mrs. Vansuythen would faint if she discovered that the man she loved had forsworn her.
'But on my Honour! On my Soul and Honour, I tell you she doesn't care for me. She told me so last night. I would have told you then if Vansuythen hadn't been with you. If it is for her sake that you'll have nothing to say to me, you can make your mind easy. It's Kurrell. 'What? said Mrs. Vansuythen, with a hysterical little laugh. 'Kurrell! Oh, it can't be!
Kurrell took the double insult without wincing, and replied by another question: 'Go on. What happened? 'Emma fainted, said Boulte simply. 'But, look here, what had you been saying to Mrs. Vansuythen? Kurrell laughed. Mrs. Boulte had, with unbridled tongue, made havoc of his plans; and he could at least retaliate by hurting the man in whose eyes he was humiliated and shown dishonourable.
She struck at Boulte's heart, because her own was sick with suspicion of Kurrell, and worn out with the long strain of watching alone through the Rains. There was no plan or purpose in her speaking. The sentences made themselves; and Boulte listened, leaning against the door-post with his hands in his pockets. When all was over, and Mrs.
It was an unpleasant sound the mirthless mirth of these men on the long white line of the Narkarra Road. There were no strangers in Kashima, or they might have thought that captivity within the Dosehri hills had driven half the European population mad. The laughter ended abruptly, and Kurrell was the first to speak. 'Well, what are you going to do? Boulte looked up the road, and at the hills.
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