Standing over the pierced Rhea, Lucy bayed, a long cry that was half-scream and half-howl. She let him have it all, as it was, after all, for the last time. He was going to tell me something— and he shut up. Dizzily, she grabbed at the mantel for support and, resting her head on her hands, paid no heed to a betraying sound behind her—until an unexpected arm encircled her. He stopped on the curb-stone, not facing her but as if he was on his way to cross the road, and spoke to her suddenly over his shoulder. He was always drawing contrasts between a woman’s lot and a man’s, and treating her as a wonderful new departure in this comparison. There isn’t a husband breathing, Annabel, who wouldn’t have blessed that pistol in your hands, and prayed God that the bullet might go straight.
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