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‘Don’t be such an old silly. I believe you’re nervous. You
don’t know how nice I can be.’
She put her face against his and rubbed his cheek with
hers. To Philip her smile was an abominable leer, and the
suggestive glitter of her eyes filled him with horror. He
drew back instinctively.
‘I won’t,’ he said.
But she would not let him go. She sought his mouth with
her lips. He took her hands and tore them roughly apart
and pushed her away.
‘You disgust me,’ he said.
‘Me?’
She steadied herself with one hand on the chimney-piece.
She looked at him for an instant, and two red spots sudden-
ly appeared on her cheeks. She gave a shrill, angry laugh.
‘I disgust YOU.’
She paused and drew in her breath sharply. Then she
burst into a furious torrent of abuse. She shouted at the top
of her voice. She called him every foul name she could think
of. She used language so obscene that Philip was astound-
ed; she was always so anxious to be refined, so shocked by
coarseness, that it had never occurred to him that she knew
the words she used now. She came up to him and thrust her
face in his. It was distorted with passion, and in her tumul-
tuous speech the spittle dribbled over her lips.
‘I never cared for you, not once, I was making a fool of
you always, you bored me, you bored me stiff, and I hated
you, I would never have let you touch me only for the money,
and it used to make me sick when I had to let you kiss me.

Of Human Bondage