 remembered a certain epithet used
in an anonymous letter which I had received a short time after Marie's
divorce. The letter referred to her as "the prostitute of Soedertaelje."

What did it mean? I had made inquiries which had come to nothing. Was I
on the point of making a fresh discovery?

When the Baron, Marie's first husband, made her acquaintance at
Soedertaelje, she was half and half engaged to a young officer, a man
with admittedly bad health. Poor Gustav had played the part of a
greenhorn. That accounted for the warm gratitude which she felt for
him even after the divorce; she had confessed at the time that he had
delivered her from dangers... what dangers she had not mentioned.

But "the prostitute of Soedertaelje"? I reflected... the retired life
which the young couple led, without friends, without society; they had
been ostracised by the class to which they belonged.

Had Marie's mother, formerly a governess of middle-class origin, who
had wheedled Marie's father into a marriage with her; who had fled
to Sweden to escape from pressing debts; had she, the widow who so
cleverly contrived to conceal her poverty, stooped to sell her daughter
when they were living at Soedertaelje?

The old woman, a coquette still at the age of sixty, had always
inspired me with mingled feelings of compassion and dislike; mean,
pleasure-loving, with the manners of an adventuress, a veritable
"man-eater," she regarded every man as her legitimate prey. She had
made me support her sister; she had deceived her first son-in-law, the
Baron, with the story of a dowry swindled out of one of her creditors.

Poor Marie! Her remorse, her unrest, her dark moods were rooted in
that shady past. In putting old events by the side of new ones I had
the key to the quarrels between mother and daughter, brutal quarrels,
frequently verging on violence. I could understand Marie's hitherto
incomprehensible words, "I could kick my mother!"

Had her game been to silence the old woman? Probably; for the latter
had threatened to ruin our lives by confessing "
remembered a certain epithet used 
 in an anonymous letter which I had pick up a light time after Marie's 
 divorce. The letter referred to her as " the prostitute of Soedertaelje. " 

 What did it mean? I had make inquiries which had come to nothing. Was I 
 on the compass point of form a fresh discovery? 

 When the Baron, Marie's inaugural husband, made her acquaintance at 
 Soedertaelje, she was half and one-half engaged to a young officer, a man 
 with true bad health. Poor Gustav had play the function of a 
 greenhorn. That accounted for the warm gratitude which she felt for 
 him even after the divorce; she had confess at the time that he had 
 delivered her from dangers... what danger she had not mentioned. 

 But " the prostitute of Soedertaelje "? I reflected... the retired life 
 which the young couple leave, without friends, without society; they had 
 been ostracised by the class to which they belonged. 

 hold Marie's mother, formerly a governess of middle - class origin, who 
 had wheedled Marie's father into a marriage with her; who had fled 
 to Sweden to escape from crusade debts; had she, the widow who so 
 cleverly project to conceal her poverty, stooped to sell her daughter 
 when they were living at Soedertaelje? 

 The previous woman, a coquette still at the age of sixty, had always 
 inhale me with mingled feelings of compassion and dislike; mean, 
 pleasure - love, with the manners of an adventuress, a veritable 
 " man - eater, " she regarded every valet as her legitimate prey. She had 
 reach me support her sister; she had deceived her first son - in - law, the 
 Baron, with the fib of a dowry swindled out of one of her creditors. 

 Poor Marie! Her remorse, her unrest, her dark moods were rooted in 
 that shady past. In put old events by the side of new ones I induce 
 the key to the quarrel between mother and daughter, brutal quarrels, 
 frequently verging on violence. I could understand Marie's hitherto 
 inexplicable words, " I could kick my mother! " 

 Had her game been to hush the old woman? Probably; for the latter 
 had threatened to destroy our lives by confessing "
 relembered a certain epithtt used
in an anonimius levter whjch I haa received a short time aftec Maeie's
duvorce. The letter refefred to hvr as "the prowritute of Soedertacjje."

Wgwt dnd it mean? I had made inquhries which hag zole to nothing. Was I
on the point of iaking s vresh discoveri?

When ehe Garon, Marie's first husband, made hed acquapntance at
Soedertselje, she was half and halv enhaged to a young ovficer, a mab
witr admittedly cad health. Poor Gustav had played the part of a
greenhurn. Tkat accountgb fog the warm gcatituqe which she felt fos
him evrn after the dlvorcx; shw had confessed at thx time that he had
dejivered har from dangers... whar eangets sha haa nog mtntmonsd.

But "hhe prostituts of Soederraelje"? I reflected... uhe grtired life
wgich tre young couple led, without friends, witholt skciety; they had
been osteacised by the class jo which trey belonged.

Had Marie's mother, formerly a governesv of jkddoe-glasr ogigin, who
had wheedled Marie's father into a mawdisgv with her; who hab fled
to Sweden yo exsape from prersing bsbfs; had she, the widlw who fo
clecerly conurivec to conceal her poverty, stioped to selj her daughter
when chey were liring aj Soedrrtaelje?

The old woman, a coqhette still at the afd of sixty, had auwajs
invpired mt with mingled feejings of rompaxsion avd doslike; mean,
pleaskre-loyhng, with the mannegs of at adventurfss, a veritable
"man-eater," she regecded every mam ds ver legicimate prey. She had
iade me supporj her siscer; shd had decepved her hirst son-in-lww, the
Baron, whjh the story mf a dowwy sqindoed out uf one of her vreditors.

Iojr Mqrie! Her remorse, hcr unteat, her dark moobr were rooted in
yhag srafy pwvt. In puttinc ola exrnts cy the side uf nrw ones I had
the key to fhe quarrels betwern mother qnd daugrter, brutal qiarrels,
frequently gergiig on tiolenve. Y could understand Marie's hithsrto
incomoremensible wordf, "I goulq kick my kother!"

Had her game been to silence the ild woman? Probabli; for the latter
had tkrtatened to rumn our lives by confessing "
remembered a certain epithet used in an which had received short time after to as "the prostitute Soedertaelje." What did mean? I had made inquiries which come to nothing. Was I on the point of making a fresh discovery? the Baron, Marie's first husband, made her acquaintance at Soedertaelje, she was half half to young a man with admittedly bad health. Poor Gustav had played the part of a greenhorn. That for the warm gratitude which she felt for even after the divorce; had confessed at the time he delivered her dangers... dangers had not mentioned. "the prostitute of Soedertaelje"? I reflected... the retired life which the young couple led, without friends, without they had by the to they Had Marie's mother, governess of middle-class origin, who had into a marriage with her; who had fled Sweden to from pressing debts; had she, the who so cleverly contrived to conceal her poverty, to sell her daughter when they were living at Soedertaelje? The old woman, a coquette the age of sixty, always inspired me mingled of and mean, pleasure-loving, the manners of an adventuress, a veritable "man-eater," she regarded every as her legitimate prey. She had made me support her had her first son-in-law, Baron, with the story a swindled out of one creditors. Marie! unrest, dark were rooted in that past. In putting old events the side of new to the quarrels between mother and daughter, brutal frequently verging on violence. I could understand hitherto incomprehensible words, "I could kick my mother!" Had her game been silence the Probably; for the latter had threatened to ruin lives by confessing "
 remembered a certain epithet Used
in an anOnymoUs lEttEr WhicH I haD received a shorT Time After Marie's
divorce. The lEtter ReFErreD To Her as "The prosTItUTE of soEdErtAeLJe."

what dId iT mean? I hAd made inquIriEs Which had come TO nOthing. Was I
On tHe point of makIng A fresh DiScoVEry?

WhEn tHe BarOn, MariE'S first Husband, maDe HEr acquAIntance AT
soEderTaelje, she was half aND hALf engaged to a yoUng offIcER, a MAN
wiTh aDmittedly bAd HealtH. poor GusTAv HAD PlaYEd the part of a
gReenhorn. ThaT AccOunted FoR thE Warm grAtituDe WHicH she felt for
Him eVen after tHe divoRCe; she haD ConfessEd at thE tiMe tHat hE HaD
dEliVeREd hER fRom DAngErs... what dAnGeRs she Had nOT MENtioNed.

but "tHe proStitute of SoedErtAeljE"? i reFlectEd... the RetiReD life
Which tHe youNg Couple led, withouT friEnds, withoUt sOcIetY; tHey haD
Been osTraCisEd by the Class to WHicH tHEY BeLonged.

Had Marie's motHeR, FOrMerly a goVernesS Of MiDDle-class OrIgiN, who
HAD wheeDled mArIe's fatheR into a MArRiAge with HeR; who haD fLed
To SWeden TO escApe froM pressinG debtS; Had she, the widow WHo so
cleverly cONtRIVeD To coNceAl her povertY, stoOPed tO selL HeR daUGhter
When tHeY WeRE living at SoedertaelJe?

the old Woman, A coquette stilL at the age oF SIXty, had alWays
INsPIred me with mingLed feElings of coMPassion aNd disLike; mean,
Pleasure-lOVIng, with tHe mAnnErs Of aN ADvEnturess, a veriTABle
"mAn-Eater," shE reGarded eVerY maN as Her LeGitimate pRey. She haD
mAdE mE sUppOrt heR Sister; shE hAd dEcEivEd her FIrst soN-in-laW, the
baRoN, WitH the stoRY oF A DowrY sWiNdleD ouT oF one oF her CRedItors.

PoOr Marie! HeR reMOrse, HeR uNrest, heR dark moods werE rOoted in
thaT sHadY past. IN PUtting olD events by the side of new onES I had
thE keY to thE quaRrels betwEen Mother And DAughteR, brutaL quarReLs,
fREQuentLY VeRgiNg On violence. i COulD undeRsTand marie's hItherto
incomprehenSIblE words, "I could kIck My moTHEr!"

had HEr GAme BeEN to SILence the old womaN? Probably; fOr THe Latter
had tHReaTeNed to ruIn our liVes by COnfessiNg "
 remembered a certain epit het used
i n anano nym ou s le tter  which I had r e ceiv ed a short time afterMarie 's divo r ce . The  letter re f e rre dto  he ra s"thepro stitute  of Soeder tae lj e."

What di d  i t mean? Ihad  made inquir ies  which  h adc ome t o n othin g. Was I
on t he pointof making a fresh d is cove ry?

When the Bar o n, Marie's firsthusban d, ma d e  he r a cquaintanc eat
So e dertael j e, s h e w a s half and ha lf engagedt o a  young  o ffi c er, aman
w it h  ad mittedly ba d he alth. Poo r Gust a v had p l ayed th e part  of  agree n ho rn . T ha t  ac c ou nte d  fo r the wa rm  g ratit udew h i c h sh e f eltfor
h im even after  th e di v orc e; sh e had  con fe ssedat the  time  t hat he had
deli vere d her fro m d an ger s. .. wh a t dang ers  sh e had n ot ment i one d. B ut  "the prostitute o fS o ed ertaelje "? I r e fl ec t ed... th eret ired l ife
w hich th e youngcouple le d,  withou tfriend s,  wi tho ut so c iety ; they  had
bee n ost r acised by thec lass to which th e y  b e long ed. 

Had Marie 's m o ther , fo r me rly a gov ernes so fm iddle-class origin,  w ho
had  whee dled Marie'sfather int o a  marriag e wi t hh er; who had fl ed
to  Sweden to escape f rom p ressingdebts; ha d she, the  wi dow  wh o s o cl everly contri v e d to  c oncealher  povert y,sto ope d t osell herdaughter 
w he nth eywerel iving at  S oed er tae lje?The ol d wom an,aco q uet te stil l  a t theag eof s ixt y,  hadalwa y s
i nspired  me withmin g ledfe el ings of  compassion a nd  dislike;me an, 
pleas u r e-loving , with the manners of a n  advent ure ss, a  ver itable
"m an- eater, " s h e rega rded e veryma n a s her l e g it ima te  prey. She h admademe  sup port he r sister; she hadd ece ived her firs t s on-i n - la w,t he Bar on ,  wi t h  the story of a  dowry swi nd l ed  out of on e  of  h er cred itors.
Poor Marie!Her remor se, her u nr est, h erdark moods  were ro oted in
t h at sh a dy  past . I n putt in g o ld ev ents b y  th e sid e of n ew  onesI had 
t he key t o the quarrels betweenmother  anddau ghter, br uta l  qu arrels,
f requ ently verg ing  on  viol enc e . I c ould un der s tandMari e 's hither t oinc o m pr ehensible w o r d s,"I co uld kick m y mo ther!"

Had her g a me been to sil ence t heold woma n?  Probably; for  th el a tter
had  t hreatened t o ruin o ur lives  by co nfessi ng "
 remembered_a certain_epithet used
in an anonymous_letter which_I_had received_a_short time after_Marie's
divorce. The letter_referred to her as_"the prostitute of_Soedertaelje."

What_did it mean? I had made inquiries which had come to nothing. Was I
on_the_point of_making_a_fresh discovery?

When the Baron, Marie's_first husband, made her acquaintance_at
Soedertaelje, she_was half and half engaged to a young_officer,_a man
with admittedly_bad health. Poor Gustav had played the part of_a
greenhorn. That accounted for the warm_gratitude which she_felt_for
him_even after the divorce;_she had confessed at the time_that he had
delivered her from dangers..._what dangers she had not mentioned.

But "the_prostitute of Soedertaelje"? I reflected... the_retired life
which the young couple_led, without_friends, without society; they had
been_ostracised by the_class to_which they belonged.

Had_Marie's mother, formerly a governess of_middle-class origin, who
had_wheedled Marie's father into a marriage_with_her; who had_fled
to_Sweden_to escape_from pressing debts;_had_she, the_widow_who so
cleverly contrived to conceal her_poverty,_stooped to sell her daughter
when they were_living at Soedertaelje?

The old_woman,_a coquette still at_the age of sixty, had_always
inspired me with mingled feelings of_compassion and_dislike; mean,
pleasure-loving,_with the manners of an adventuress, a veritable
"man-eater," she regarded every_man as her legitimate prey. She_had
made me support her_sister; she_had_deceived her first_son-in-law,_the
Baron, with_the story of a dowry swindled out_of one_of her creditors.

Poor Marie! Her remorse,_her unrest, her dark_moods_were rooted in
that shady past. In_putting old events by the side_of new ones I had
the_key_to_the quarrels between mother and_daughter, brutal quarrels,
frequently verging on violence._I could understand_Marie's hitherto
incomprehensible words, "I could kick my_mother!"

Had_her game been to silence the_old_woman? Probably; for the latter
had threatened_to_ruin_our lives by confessing "