His Other Wife: A Novel — page 89: what you’re looking at

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RACHEL. - Sr her. He had suffered her to inundate him with her wild, idolatrous love, and had never shrunk away from her, nor chided, nor seemed to hate her presence. Remembering all this, and knowing now that he hid in his breast a hate so deep, a loathing so intense that it drove him to murder her in order to be rid of her goading devotion, she said in her heart: ‘Another man would have neglected and ill-used me -—would have made me suffer all the humiliating tor- ments of his abhorrence and contempt. But this man bore with it, and was tender and kind until he could endure it no longer, and then he gently and mercifully put me to sleep, and his last word was a tender one. Shall I harm him or let him be harmed for this? Nay, I would let him trample my heart out a thousand times, if it were possible, but never, never harm him!” More than once had Uriel, the Indian doctor, overheard such like soliloquies from ‘‘the poor maniac,” as. he called Rachel; and well he knew how worse than vain it would be for him to combat it in her present diseased condition of mind. - But-he had faith in nature. He felt that by sheer force of the youth and vitality in her frame, she would some day recover the normal state of her faculties; and he was one of those unaccountably benign and selfless beings that seem to be sent by God to. give the world assurance that divinity and humanity con- tinue to abide together on earth, despite the unfriendly GEomicbooks: (E(@) =|