Achmed Abdullah,
The Swinging Caravan — The Great Wife
(1925)
“ Yet again that night as she lay alone in bed, rage overtook her, shook her almost physically, when she heard, perhaps imagined she heard noises from the wedding chamber: muffled voices, soft, fleeting, a pause that was in her heart like an aching eternity, and she remembered her own wedding night; the same soft murmur of voices, and—dear God—the same man.... ”
