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And the moment that she heard that, Leonora determined that the girl should not go five thousand miles away and that she should not continue to love Edward. The way she worked it was this:
She continued to tell the girl that she must belong to Edward; she was going to get a divorce; she was going to get a dissolution of marriage from Rome. But she considered it to be her duty to warn the girl of the sort of monster that Edward was. She told the girl of La Dolciquita, of Mrs. Basil, of Maisie Maidan, of Florence. She spoke of the agonies that she had endured during her life with the man, who was violent, overbearing, vain, drunken, arrogant, and monstrously a prey to his sexual necessities. And, at hearing of the miseries her aunt had sufferedâ âfor Leonora once more had the aspect of an aunt to the girlâ âwith the swift cruelty of youth and, with the swift solidarity that attaches woman to woman, the girl made her resolves. Her aunt said incessantly: âYou must save Edwardâs life; you must save his life. All that he needs is a little period of satisfaction from you. Then he will tire of you as he has of the others. But you must save his life.â
And, all the while, that wretched fellow knewâ âby a curious instinct that runs between human beings living togetherâ âexactly what was going on. And he remained dumb; he stretched out no finger to help himself. All that he required to keep himself a decent member of society was, that the girl, five thousand miles away, should continue to love him. They were putting a stopper upon that.
I have told you that the girl came one night to his room. And that was the real hell for him. That was the picture that never left his imaginationâ âthe girl, in the dim light, rising up at the foot of his bed. He said that it seemed to have a greenish sort of effect as if there were a greenish tinge in the shadows of the tall bedposts that framed her body. And she looked at him with her straight eyes of an unflinching cruelty and she said: âI am ready to belong to youâ âto save your life.â
He answered: âI donât want it; I donât want it; I donât want it.â
And he says that he didnât want it; that he would have hated himself; that it was unthinkable. And all the while he had the immense temptation to do the unthinkable thing, not from the physical desire but because of a mental certitude. He was certain that if she had once submitted to him she would remain his forever. He knew that.
She was thinking that her aunt had said he had desired her to love him from a distance of five thousand miles. She said: âI can never love you now I know the kind of man you are. I will belong to you to save your life. But I can never love you.â
It was a fantastic display of cruelty. She didnât in the least know what it meantâ âto belong to a man. But, at that Edward pulled himself together. He spoke in his normal tones; gruff, husky, overbearing, as he would have done to a servant or to a horse.
âGo back to your room,â he said. âGo back to your room and go to sleep. This is all nonsense.â
They were baffled, those two women.
And then I came on the scene.
VIMy coming on the scene certainly calmed things downâ âfor the whole fortnight that intervened between my arrival and the girlâs departure. I donât mean to say that the endless talking did not go on at night or that Leonora did not send me out with the girl and, in the interval, give Edward a hell of a time. Having discovered what he wantedâ âthat the girl should go five thousand miles away and love him steadfastly as people do in sentimental novels, she was determined to smash that aspiration. And she repeated to Edward in every possible tone that the girl did not love him; that the girl detested him for his brutality, his overbearingness, his drinking habits. She pointed out that Edward in the girlâs eyes, was already pledged three or four deep. He was pledged to Leonora herself, to Mrs. Basil, and to the memories of Maisie Maidan and to Florence. Edward never said anything.
Did the girl love Edward, or didnât she? I donât know. At that time I daresay she didnât though she certainly had done so before Leonora had got to work upon his reputation. She certainly had loved him for what I call the public side of his recordâ âfor his good soldiering, for his saving lives at sea, for the excellent landlord that he was and the good sportsman. But it is quite possible that all those things came to appear as nothing in her eyes when she discovered that he wasnât a good husband. For, though women, as I see them, have little or no feeling of responsibility towards a county or a country or a careerâ âalthough they may be entirely lacking in any kind of communal solidarityâ âthey have an immense and automatically working instinct that attaches them to the interest of womanhood. It is, of course, possible for any woman to cut out and to carry off any other womanâs husband or lover. But I rather think that a woman will only do this if she has reason to believe that the other woman has given her husband a bad time. I am certain that if she thinks the man has been a brute to his wife she
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