The bed was hard beyond any experience of hers, the bed-clothes coarse and insufficient, the cell at once cold and stuffy. Returning to Mrs Sindlesham’s chair, he held up the miniature so the face depicted there was turned towards the old lady. She comprehends what we're about. Man or woman. I keep on thinking of little details and aspects of your voice, your eyes, the way you walk, the way your hair goes back from the side of your forehead. She was in one of her old walking-dresses, her hair was done in an unfamiliar manner, she wore a wedding-ring, and she looked as if she had been crying. . She would be elemental; there would be in her somewhere the sleeping tigress. ” “No, I don’t. Besides, revenge is sweetened by delay; and I indulge too freely in the passion to rob it of any of its zest.
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