"But why did you leave him? Was he horrid to you?"
She shuddered lightly.
"He—he sort of degraded me. He wanted to bully me because he hadn't got me. And then I felt as if I wanted to run, as if I was fastened and bound up. And he seemed dirty."
"I see."
He did not at all see.
"And was he always dirty?" he asked.
"A bit," she replied slowly. "And then he seemed as if he couldn't get AT me, really. And then he got brutal—he WAS brutal!"
"And why did you leave him finally?"
"Because—because he was unfaithful to me—"
They were both silent for some time. Her hand lay on the gate-post as she balanced. He put his own over it. His heart beat quickly.
"But did you—were you ever—did you ever give him a chance?"
"Chance? How?"
"To come near to you."
"I married him—and I was willing—"
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