Whereupon he folded it up carefully and, turning toward the bed, remarked in threatening accents: "It's very well written, and I'm going to post it myself because I don't like women's fancies.

Now don't go moaning any more; it puts my teeth on edge." Nana, who was crying and gasping, thereupon held her breath.

When he was in bed she choked with emotion and threw herself upon his breast with a wild burst of sobs.

Their scuffles always ended thus, for she trembled at the thought of losing him and, like a coward, wanted always to feel that he belonged entirely to her, despite everything.

Twice he pushed her magnificently away, but the warm embrace of this woman who was begging for mercy with great, tearful eyes, as some faithful brute might do, finally aroused desire.