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(1912) [MARC] Author: August Strindberg Translator: Ellie Schleussner
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“Oh! a doctor doesn’t count.”

The nature of the treatment was revealed to me by
a sudden flash. I noticed an expression of sensuality on
Marie’s face, an expression which had puzzled me for some
time, and a terrible suspicion gripped my heart. She
undressed before a notorious voluptuary! And I had
been completely ignorant of it.

When we were alone, I asked her for an explanation.

She described the treatment, apparently quite
unconcerned.

“But don’t you mind?”

“Why should I mind?”

“You always appeared to me almost prudish in your
modesty.”

Two days later the doctor called to see one of the
children. Seated in my room, I overheard a more than
strange conversation between him and my wife. They
were laughing and whispering.

Presently they entered my room, the smile still on
their lips. Plunged in sinister speculations, my mind
kept wandering from the subject of our conversation; by
and by it drifted to women patients.

“You thoroughly understand women’s complaints,
don’t you, old boy?” I said.

Marie looked at me. She was furious. There was so
much hatred blazing in her eyes that I felt a cold thrill
running down my back.

When the doctor had left, she turned on me furiously.

“Prostitute!” I flung the word into her face. It
escaped my lips against my will, giving expression to an
intuitive flash which I had not had time to analyse. The
insult came home to me and oppressed me. My eyes
fell on the children, and with a contrite heart I apologised.

But she remained angry, so angry that nothing would
soften her.

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