He wished Ivy would not go on crying; he wished she had the wit to understand that he was tired of her and leave it at that, or, rather, that he had been mistaken in her from the first and that she was not, and never had been, the girl he thought her. Oh, God, what a fool he had been to seduce her! And yet she had been most ready to be seduced. Had he seduced her at all? There had been no intention. Somehow it had just happened, inevitably. Besides, in most cases of so-called seduction what initiative there is usually comes from the woman, not the man. In any event, he had been a fool to take what she offered him, and there was going to be hell and all to pay before he could get free. He shuddered at the though of the tears, the complaints, and the entreaties to come. They were both almost on the edge of the rocky platform. If with one sudden jerk he thrust...
Dear Teddy, who is about to kill his wife in the next couple of chapters, is the one seducing women, because
a) he is stuck in a horrible marriage,
b) he has an inferiority complex and
c) he is, quite generally speaking, an a-hole.
I hope he goes down.
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