“We cannot afford your indulging in ill humor,” she said. “I cannot do this alone. I rely upon you, Mr. Carsington. I do not like to—to inhibit you. I know you are a man of action, who must find so much responsibility oppressive. But I must ask y-you…” Her voice wobbled. “Oh, no,” he said. She held up her hand. “I am not going to weep,” she said. “Yes, you are,” he said. She came back to the divan and sat down. She bit her lip. He sighed. “Go ahead.” She shook her head. “It’s all right,” he said. “I’d rather you hit me, but this punishment is much more painful. Exactly what I deserve.” She
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