”
After all, it was not so easy. ’
‘Where then is your uniform?’
‘I don’t wear it to balls. ”
She looked at him with fluttering eyelids—sweetly grateful. Wood had the
advantage of her husband in point of years, being on the sunny side of forty,—a
period pronounced by competent judges to be the most fascinating, and, at the
same time, most critical epoch of woman's existence,—whereas, he was on the
shady side of fifty,—a term of life not generally conceived to have any special
recommendation in female eyes. She ran her gaze over him, and allowed her
eyelashes to flutter down. "I'd rather you went over the last four chapters, which I haven't polished yet. But there have been times, Anna, when your work has startled me. Why didn’t I die? Why does
God hate me so? Why does He not want me? I didn’t
die because I’m weak, because I am cursed! I hate this
poisoned world! But most of all. "
"I'll never understand.
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