17/37 My affliction is my happiness, when you say cruel things to me. I live in my fool's paradise; I don't hear you." He tried to draw her nearer to him. "Come, my angel; let me kiss you." She made a second attempt to release herself; and this time, she wrenched her hand out of his grasp with a strength for which he was not prepared. "You asked me to bear with that man," she said, "because he paid you a good rent. I tell you this, father; my patience is coming to an end. |