'He came and cried to me, tears, you never saw so many, saying
HE COULDN'T bear it unless I went back to him. And he wouldn't go away,
he would have stayed for ever. He made me go back. Then every time he
behaves in this fashion. And now I'm going to have a baby, he wants to
give me a hundred pounds and send me into the country, so that he would
never see me nor hear of me again. But I'm not going to do it, after--'
A queer look came over Gerald's face.
'Are you going to have a child?' he asked incredulous. It seemed, to
look at her, impossible, she was so young and so far in spirit from any
child-bearing.
She looked full into his face, and her dark, inchoate eyes had now a
furtive look, and a look of a knowledge of evil, dark and indomitable.
A flame ran secretly to his heart.
'Yes,' she said. 'Isn't it beastly?'
'Don't you want it?' he asked.
'I don't,' she replied emphatically.
'But--' he said, 'how long have you known?'
'Ten weeks,' she said.
All the time she kept her dark, inchoate eyes full upon him.
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