Ursula's heart sank and all her hopes with it. She felt a touch nauseous. She hadn't convinced him of anything, he had no intention of freeing her nor even considering her proposition, did he? Was there even any part of him that could be prevailed upon to merely consider it? Nor have you ever sought comfort inside our marriage!" That wasn't going to help her cause but at that precise moment she couldn't help herself. "Unless you take pleasure from the misery you cause me then you cannot prefer the way things are to the peace of a separation! As an intelligent man you oughtn't need me to spell it out for you, you can pretend to yourself I died without having to deal with any of the inconveniences that might have come with it. Doesn't that please you?" She had fully intended to keep her composure but when did her intentions ever resemble the reality?

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