And you call my wife
that woman! Miserable reward!"
"I do not understand your gibberish, my good man: but that you are
unrefined and uneducated I can easily see, and I command you to quit my
room immediately."
"You would then force me to retreat, as my Magde drove back your
husband. Please try the experiment."
"Monster! Unfeeling wretch!" exclaimed she, "is this the manner to speak
to a lady, to an injured wife who is obliged to bemoan the infidelity of
her husband. O, the villain! I will overpower him with my wrath!"
"My turn comes first," interrupted Ragnar.
"Ah, ha, I understand. My cup is filled to the brim--blood must
flow--Lonner do you wish to kill my husband, then?"
"To fight with him. God forbid. Such things I leave to people of rank. I
have another method of doing my business."
"And what is that?"
"O, it is very simple. I thought that nothing would be more unpleasant
to him than to be placed in a disgraceful position before his wife, and
perhaps a greater punishment for such a miserable man could not be
devised than to--but no matter, your husband knows why he leaves his
house every day.
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