‘His wife?
Pah!’
‘You’re saying she is not his wife?’
‘I am saying nothing. He had, he felt, to
create certain ideas and vivify certain curiosities and feelings in her. My Mom is hell bent on having the biggest, most
beautiful house in the neighborhood, my college
education be damned. She would then hear his feet pounding up the steps
and he would burst into whatever room she was sitting in
and say, “There she is! My wife! Hiding her beauty from
the world!” He would then run to her, grab her book or
embroidery and unceremoniously toss them to the floor. Can't I make you understand? Perhaps it sounds
cruel to you; but we women often have to be cruel defensively. Her life hangs upon a thread, and this may snap it. John picked it up and put it in her hands. I'd like to shake you until your bones rattled; but the bones of a
Roundhead wouldn't rattle to any purpose. Her eye met his four inches away, and his was glaring,
immense, and full of resolution, a stupendous monster of an eye. “Let us walk round to Covent Garden,” he suggested. The
inherent conscience keeps most of us away from jail, from court, from the
gallows; the acquired conscience helps us to preserve the little amenities of daily
life.
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