"You vixen!"Lance Merriweather's words seemed to stop her heart beating. Was this brutal cad the man she had married? Did she love him? Had she ever loved him? Why had she married him? What was she to do? Why had she not foreseen this? Was there a remedy? Could she endure any more? What did it mean? Who was he? How had it happened? Could this be he? When did it begin? What was it he had said? Why had she answered? What was the use of going on? Was there nothing left? Had there ever been anything? What was it all about? What did he mean? How could she know? Was there anything to know? What was love? How would it all end?
- from The Misadventures of Dr.Strabismus by J.B.Morton
