“I shot him. Her aunt had secretly sent on to Ann Veronica some new warm underclothing, a dozen pairs of stockings, and her last winter’s jacket, but the dear lady had overlooked those boots. I saw the motor dashed to pieces against the wall, and I saw him pitched on his head into the road. She asked the inevitable question, the one she knew Michelle was waiting to field like a quarterback anticipating the pass. Well, I told aunt. A little table covered with a damask cloth was dragged out. Her little bedsitting-room was like a lair, and she went out from it into this vast, dun world, with its smoke-gray houses, its glaring streets of shops, its dark streets of homes, its orange-lit windows, under skies of dull copper or muddy gray or black, much as an animal goes out to seek food. But for the next few days he avoided Cheveney like the plague. “But I am your husband,” he said.
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