“DON’T!”
she said, and wrenched her wrist from his retaining hand. Look somewhere else in life. “I should kill you. You would rather live like the scum
of the earth, in that little brown hovel you call a house, in
bourgeois paradise. He's as nice and civil-spoken a gentleman as need be; by
the same token," she added, in an under tone, "that he gave me a span new crown
piece. " It was curiously
like the intermittent murmur of the surf, those weird Sundays, when her father
paused for breath to launch additional damnation for those who disobeyed the
Word. ’ She gave him a straight look. "God forgive me for using such a word!" he cried, in a troubled tone; "if I hadn't
yielded to my wife's silly request, this wouldn't have happened!"
CHAPTER VII. And yet, often when alone, he wondered: had McClintock been wrong, or
had she ceased to care in that way? The possibility that she no longer cared
should have filled him with unalloyed happiness, whereas it depressed him, cut
the natural vanity of youth into shreds and tatters.
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