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"It can't go on. I hope that now you will leave him. I hope"-he

was confused, and reddened-"that you will let me arrange and plan

our life. Tomorrow...." he was beginning.

She did not let him go on.

"But my child!" she shrieked. "You see what he writes! I should

have to leave him, and I can't and won't do that."

"But, for God's sake, which is better?-leave your child, or keep

up this degrading position?"

"To whom is it degrading?"

"To all, and most of all to you."