Chapter 10. TYDOMIN
Oceaxe sat down carelessly on the couch of mosses, and began eating the plums.
“You see, you had to kill him, Maskull,” she said, in a rather quizzical voice.
He came away from the corpse and regarded her—still red, and still breathing hard. “It’s no joking matter. You especially ought to keep quiet.”
“Why?”
“Because he was your husband.”
“You think I ought to show grief—when I feel none?”
“Don’t pretend, woman!”
Oceaxe smiled. “From your manner one would think you were accusing me of some crime.”