”
Suppose she were to add, “I am going away!”
“I’m glad to hear you say it,” said Mr. And, when I have seen him pining away
before my eyes, getting thinner and thinner every day, I have sometimes thought
my prayers were heard. She was quite a beauty,
all in white, and I can still see how much you resemble
her. You'll
never be guided by me—never!"
"Indeed, my love, you're entirely mistaken," returned the carpenter,
endeavouring to deprecate his wife's rising resentment by the softest looks, and
the meekest deportment. But at the word
“home” she turned again. If only sometimes he would grow angry at her, impatient! But his tender
courtesy was unfailing; and under this would be the abiding bitterness of having
mistaken gratitude for love. CHAPTER III.
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