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. She wanted to
take him in her arms and hush him, but she sat perfectly still. " So, after a time, encountering the blot, she herself would supply
the word Faith. Spurlock looked up. I'll bet you haven't given her a bucket of paint in three years. And then, for the first time, Wood noticed a small stream of blood coursing
slowly down her cheek. Her mind developed into savage wrath at the present conditions of a woman’s
life. There were doorways to peer into, dim cluttered holes with shadowy
forms moving about, potters and rug-weavers. “I should like you to come here,” she said. ‘For my
money, you’ll not get much out of old Jarvis either.
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