On account of I didn’t feel like work for half an hour, I scanned in the relevant page of H.G. Wells’s “The Passionate Friends–the one with the line that so excited Vladimir Nabokov’s admiration–and here it is

Background: The 1st-person protagonist, Stephen Stratton, has been in love since adolescence with Lady Mary Christian, and she with him. Mary, however, is a fiercely independent woman, determined that no man shall possess her as an object or a prize. She marries Justin, a man of great wealth and power, but on condition the marriage remain sexless. Justin agrees. Stephen goes off to the Boer War. After returning to England, he commences an affair with Mary. They are discovered by Justin, in a very vivid scene:
[Justin speaking] “You must send him away,” he was saying. “It’s an abominable thing. It must stop. How can you dream it should go on?”
“But you said when you married me I should be free, I should own myself!
You gave me this house–”
“What! To disgrace myself!”
I was moved to intervene.
“You must choose between us, Mary,” I cried. “It is impossible you should stay here! You cannot stay here.”
She turned upon me, a creature at bay. “Why shouldn’t I stay here? Why must I choose between two men? I want neither of you. I want myself. I’m not a thing. I’m a human being. I’m not your thing, Justin–nor yours, Stephen. Yet you want to quarrel over me–like two dogs over a bone. I am going to stay here–in my house!…”

[Derb again] Well, Mary’s relatives–two brothers and a cousin, Lord Tarvrille–are called on to untangle the thing–mainly, to persuade Stephen to take himself out of the picture. After putting up a fierce resistance, Stephen agrees to do so. He goes to Tarvrille’s London house, which Tarvrille is in process of vacating. There, with Tarvrille and one of the brothers present, he has a final, tearful meeting with Mary. That chapter ends with the words: “And so it was Mary and I parted from one another.”

The imaged pages begin the following chapter.