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In the daytime, when she moved about me, / In the night, when she was sleeping at my side, -- / I was wearied, I was wearied of her presence. / Day by day and night by night I grew to hate her -- / Would to God that she or I had died! / Confessions.
There was a man called Bronckhorst -- a three-cornered, middle-aged man in the Army -- gray as a badger, and, some people said, with a touch of country-blood in him. That, however, cannot be proved. Mrs. Bronckhorst was not exactly young, though fifteen years younger than her husband. She was a large, pale, quiet woman, with heavy eyelids, over weak eyes, and hair that turned red or yellow as the lights fell on it.