A Fair Fraud — page 73: what you’re looking at

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62 A Fair Fraud Mrs Lane was at least a brave woman. She did not scream or cry out, she only grew very white, and she turned a look of hatred inde- scribable upon the man at her side. ‘Good God! what have I ever done,’ she exclaimed, in a low voice of concentrated misery, ‘that I should be tied to such a scoundrel as you are?’ ‘Don’t preach and call me names. Give me fifty pounds to go on with if you want to get rid of me.’ ‘Il haven’t got fifty pounds in the world,’ she answered calmly. ‘You are lying as usual. You never spoke the truth in your life. If I atn a scoundrel, who drove me to become one but yourself? And you swore you would supjort me if I kept out of your way. Well, I have kept out of your way for ten years because I couldn't help myself, and for two more since because I trusted to your promise, and because | couldn’t find you under this new name of yours—put on, I suppose, to escape from your obligations to me. But, you see, dear Mrs Lane, 1 have found you out at last, and I don't mean to.let you escape me again until you give me enough to live upon like a gentleman.’ For a few minutes Mrs Lane did not answer. She sat looking down at the ground, and was GOMMGIOO