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"_If_ you have done wrong!" he cried. "Damn it, have you lost all sense
of a woman's duty to her husband? While you have been married to me and
I have been fool enough not to claim you as a wife because I thought you
were only fit company for the saints and angels, you have been
prostituting yourself to this blusterer, this . . ."
"That is a lie," I said, stepping up to him in the middle of the floor.
"It's true that I am married to you, but _he_ is my real husband and you
. . . you are nothing to me at all."
My husband stood for a moment with his mouth agape. Then he began to
laugh--loudly, derisively, mockingly.
"Nothing to you, am I? You don't mind bearing my name, though, and when
your time comes you'll expect it to cover your disgrace."
His face had become shockingly distorted. He was quivering with fury.
"That's not the worst, either," he cried. "It's not enough that you
should tell me to my face that somebody else is your real husband, but
you must shunt your spurious offspring into my house.


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