Put him in the stocks, and there let him sleep off his drunken fit. But that was soon put right, and she walked out into London with a peculiar exaltation of mind, an exaltation that partook of panic and defiance, but was chiefly a sense of vast unexampled release. Unexpectedly he found himself speeding toward the father. ‘Dieu du ciel, for what do you take me?’ ‘I don’t know,’ he threw at her. She took up one of her father’s novels and put it down again, fretted up to her own room for some work, sat on her bed and meditated upon the room that she was now really abandoning forever, and returned at length with a stocking to darn. All this— the island and its affairs—was an old story; but her own peculiar distaste had vanished to a point imperceptible, for she was seeing the island through her husband's eyes, as in the future she would see all things. I was afraid of being talked about.
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