“May I ask whether you are staying with friends in town?” he inquired
deferentially. ’
‘And I love the way you call me imbecile,’ finished Gerald. You have never
felt the hearts of all hardened against you; have never heard the jeer or curse
from every lip; nor endured the insult and the blow from every hand. You did not learn
that in a convent. “She’s my wife,” the man muttered. . “We parted—
that night the best of friends. "Open
my heart, Father of Mercy!" she murmured, in a humble tone, and with downcast
looks, "and make me sensible of the error of my ways. He's a nice boy, a good student. 271
His parents suggested that he go into therapy. The house will be well rid of him, for a more idle, good-for-nothing reprobate
never crossed its threshold. ”
“He seems like such a nice boy.
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