Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved. He watched her constantly, trapped her in corners and slept with his arms locking her like a human cage. They leave them out of novels—these incompatibilities. Red velvet curtains rustled under dim lights as the door shut with a heavy snap. Gosse had come to Blaye, so he had said, feeling it his duty as the vicomte’s erstwhile secretary to deliver the fateful tidings, bringing with him one of the servant girls, Yolande, who had also escaped the fury of the mob. ’ ‘In any event,’ Gerald told her, with a grin, ‘I can’t marry this one. Only after he had pushed himself completely inside was the friction lessened.
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