"
She dropped her folded hands into her lap, gazing coolly at him; but
there was a glitter in her eyes which arrested his first step toward
her.
"I think," she said, "that you mean my ruin. Well, we began it long ago,
and I doubt if I have anything of infamy to learn, thanks to my thorough
schooling as your wife. . . . But knowledge is not necessarily practice,
and it happens that I have not cared to commit the particular
indiscretion so fashionable among the friends you have surrounded me
with. I merely mention this for your information, not because I am
particularly proud of it. It is not anything to be proud of, in my
case--it merely happened so; a matter, perhaps of personal taste,
perhaps because of lack of opportunity; and there is a remote
possibility that belated loyalty to a friend I once betrayed may have
kept me personally chaste in this rotting circus circle you have driven
me around in, harnessed to your vicious caprice, dragging the weight of
your corruption--"
She laughed.
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