Until it does come to an end, it will be kinder of you, and better for both of us, for you to keep away." She stood for a moment quite still.

Her back was turned to them, her shoulders were moving.

When she spoke, however, her tone was still hard and unsympathetic.
"Very well," she said, "I'll get back to Garden Green.

But mind you, my man," she went on, "none of your sneaking back home just when you're ready for it! Next time it shall be as I choose.

I'm no wishy-washy creature, to be your wife one moment and something you can't bear even to look at, the next.