..the complete
fusion....
How Alexina knew all this after less than three hours' association with
Gathbroke, let any woman answer. She was not so foolish as to imagine
herself the victim of a secret passion, or that she had ever loved the man,
or ever would. She had merely had her chance for the great duodrama, and
thrown it away for a callow dream. She had no passing wish, even in that
moment of visualizing him interlocked with her own wraith in that sacred
inner temple where even she had never intruded before, to meet him again.
She had no intention of passing any of her abundant leisure in dreaming
dreams of him and the perfect bliss. But he had been hers...and
utterly...he had loved her...he had wanted her...he had precipitately
begged her to marry him...he had offered her the homage of complete
brutality.
Something of him would always be hers.
And even though she renounced all rights in him because she must, she did
not in the least relish that any one so close to her as Gora Dwight should
have him. She might have heard of his marriage to a girl of his own land
and class with only a passing spasm, but his continued and possibly tender
friendship with her sister-in-law shook her out of the last of her jejunity
and its illusions....She was not exactly a dog in the manger...she was a
maturing woman looking back with anger and dismay not only upon the fatal
mistake of her youth, but upon the inexorable realities of her present
life.
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