forbidden。　I　turned　my　face　away　and　put　his　aside。

“What！—How　is　this？”　he　exclaimed　hastily。　“Oh；　I　know！　you　won’t　kiss　the　husband　of　Bertha　Mason？　You　consider　my　arms　filled　and　my　embraces　appropriated？”

“At　any　rate；　there　is　neither　room　nor　claim　for　me；　sir。”

“Why；　Jane？　I　will　spare　you　the　trouble　of　much　talking；　I　will　answer　for　you—Because　I　have　a　wife　already；　you　would　reply。—I　guess　rightly？”

“Yes。”

“If　you　think　so；　you　must　have　a　strange　opinion　of　me；　you　must　regard　me　as　a　plotting　profligate—a　base　and　low　rake　who　has　been　simulating　disinterested　love　in　order　to　draw　you　into　a　snare　deliberately　laid；　and　strip　you　of　honour　and　rob　you　of　self…　respect。　What　do　you　say　to　that？　I　see　you　can　say　nothing　in　the　first　place；　you　are　faint　still；　and　have　enough　to　do　to　draw　your　breath；　in　the　second　place；　you　cannot　yet　accustom　yourself　to　accuse　and　revile　me；　and　besides