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More than ever now I felt like a ship-broken man with the last plank
sinking under him. The cold mysterious dread of my husband was creeping
back, and the future of my life with him stood before me with startling
vividness. In spite of all my struggling and fighting of the night
before I saw myself that very night, the next night, and the next, and
every night and day of my life thereafter, a victim of the same
sickening terror.
"Must I submit, then?" I said.
Father Dan smoothed my head and told me in his soft voice that
submission was the lot of all women. It always had been so in the
history of the world, and perhaps it always would be.
"Remember the Epistle we read in church yesterday morning: 'Wives submit
yourselves to your husbands.'"
With a choking sensation in my throat I asked if he thought I ought to
go away with my husband when he left the island by the afternoon
steamer.
"I see no escape from it, my poor child. They sent me to reprove you. I
can't do that, but neither can I encourage you to resist.


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