Many times I saw my mother weeping and pitied her simplicity.

There is no use weeping for what men do in distant lands.
It is always bitter enough for a woman who loves her husband, but it has no bad consequences and must be pardoned....

But now....

_Now_!..." The wife became irritated on recalling his recent infidelities....

Her rivals were not the public women of the great ports, nor the tourists who could give only a few days of love, like an alms which they tossed without stopping their progress.