Thus I find myself a stranger once more. In my dear native land a man would hardly be amiss to keep wife and lover both. Certainly I would understand her jealousy if I were to lie with another woman, but what comparison can be drawn between wife and brother in arms?
[So natural it seems to him, so integrated into his way of life, that he can scarce find the words to explain the nuances to one who stands on the outside. The effort is apparent in the lines that mark his brow and in downward curve of his lips.]
Yet if this is not Olivia's way...then no winning words shall ever turn her heart.
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Thus I find myself a stranger once more. In my dear native land a man would hardly be amiss to keep wife and lover both. Certainly I would understand her jealousy if I were to lie with another woman, but what comparison can be drawn between wife and brother in arms?
[So natural it seems to him, so integrated into his way of life, that he can scarce find the words to explain the nuances to one who stands on the outside. The effort is apparent in the lines that mark his brow and in downward curve of his lips.]
Yet if this is not Olivia's way...then no winning words shall ever turn her heart.