After a moment, however, he says quietly: ''Do you suppose that enough?''①思①兔①網①文①檔①共①享①與①在①線①閱①讀①
I study his face. ''Don''t you know?'' ''No, I do not know.'' ''But—''
''But what?'' He blinks. ''You mean Agnes, I suppose. Don''t flatter her. There are more ways of shaming a virtuous girl, than that one. You ought to know.''
The blood still feebly runs. He curses. I think of Agnes, showing me her red and swollen mouth. I turn away from him, in a sort of sickness. ''Come, Maud,'' he says then, ''tell me before I fall in a swoon. You must have read of such things. I am sure your uncle must have some entry on it in his damn Index—doesn''t he? Maud?'' I look again, reluctantly, at the spreading drops of blood; and I nod. As a final gesture he puts his wrist to them, and smears them. Then he frowns at his cut. His cheek is quite white. He makes a face. ''How ill a man may grow,'' he says, ''from the sight of the spilling of a little of his own blood. What monsters you females must be, to endure this, month upon month. No wonder you are prone to madness. See how the flesh parts?'' He shows me his hand. ''I think after all I cut too deep. That