“But why did you leave him? Was he horrid to you?”
She shuddered lightly.
“He — he sort of degraded me. He wanted to bully me because he hadn’t got me. And then I felt as if I wanted to run, as if I was fastened and bound up. And he seemed dirty.”
“I see.”
He did not at all see.
“And was he always dirty?” he asked.
“A bit,” she replied slowly. “And then he seemed as if he couldn’t get AT me, really. And then he got brutal — he WAS brutal!”
