’ She paused, holding her nurse’s eyes. " "I had to. ‘And me?’ ‘Oh, you’re mad because you wish to blow off my head. That is not reasonable. You know—if you want freedom. You would rather live like the scum of the earth, in that little brown hovel you call a house, in bourgeois paradise. Each time a daughter had been born to him he had concealed his chagrin with great tenderness and effusion from his wife, and had sworn unwontedly and with passionate sincerity in the bathroom. For the past four weeks mirrors had been her delight, a new toy. She posed herself before her mirror and surveyed herself with gravely thoughtful, gravely critical, and yet admiring eyes. She laughed as the deluge seemed to grow worse with every step. He had abandoned his oars, and the boat was drifting with the stream towards the enemy. Before very long I hope to have definite work.
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