The truth had fallen on my
husband with a shock. I think it was the last thing his pride had
expected. His face became shockingly distorted. But after a moment,
recovering himself with a cruel laugh that made my hot blood run cold,
he said:
"Nevertheless, you shall do as I wish. You are my wife, and as such you
belong to me. The law allows me to compel you and I will."
The words went shrieking through and through me. He was coming towards
me with outstretched arms, his teeth set, and his pupils fixed. In the
drunkenness of his rage he was laughing brutally.
But all my fear had left me. I felt an almost murderous impulse. I
wanted to strike him on the face.
"If you attempt to touch me I will throw myself out of the window," I
said.
"No fear of that," he said, catching me quickly in his arms.
"If you do not take your hands off me I'll shriek the house down," I
cried.
That was enough. He let me go and dropped back from me. At the next
moment I was breathing with a sense of freedom. Without resistance on my
husband's part I entered the little bedroom to the left and locked the
door behind me.
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