Something in his smile, in the cynical suggestiveness of his deferential tone,
maddened her. He halted,—looked
fearfully around,—stopped again, and exclaimed aloud, "I don't like the job; and
yet it must be done, or Mr. A cup of lies. His wife met him at the door, and into
her hands he delivered his little charge. What else could he do? You can’t kick up a scene on the spur of
the moment in the face of such conflicting values as he had before him. So far it had been plain sailing,
and it had seemed fairly evident to go on: “I find it very difficult to answer your
letter. For her it
was sufficient to know that somebody wanted her, that never again would she be
alone, that always this boy with the dreams would be depending upon her. No one
could take the place for anything but what it was, and even Gosse hesitated in
the doorway.
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