I wish”— she found she had embarked on a bad sentence—“I wish we needn’t have quarrelled. Then she slowly straightened, releasing him. ‘Just what I was going to tell you, miss. ‘But on the off chance—slim, I grant you —that there is a spy down there, I don’t want to miss the fun. Only last night she saw me, and there was horror in her eyes. Her husband sat in a chair beside her bed, his head in his hands. Already she missed all of her fine things, her linens and leather bound books. The way—the way we are led on! We are taught to believe we are free in the world, to think we are queens. Byby. My only excuse is that I missed my way here, and I am leaving Paris early to-morrow morning. She closed her eyes more vividly to recall some line which had carried the blot. The soi-disant Valade escapes and takes my proof, which I have broken on his head. The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting. What was his problem, she thought to herself.
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