He was the one who was feeling now, thought Joana. And, suddenly, perhaps out of envy, without a single thought, she hated him with such brute force that her hands clamped over the arms of the chair and her teeth clenched together. She palpitated for a few instants, reanimated. Fearing her husband would sense her sharp gaze, she was forced to disguise it and thus diminish the intensity of her feeling. It was his fault, she thought coldly, anticipating a new wave of anger. It was his fault, it was his fault. His presence, and more than his presence: knowing that he existed, took away her
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