”
“You weren’t rude,” she said. “And think of the ordinary wives and mothers, with their anxiety, their
limitations, their swarms of children!”
Mr. ‘Mary was indeed naïve, but there I should
say the similarity ends. Satisfied in this respect, he flung himself into a
chair, for his iron frame seldom required the indulgence of a bed, and sought an
hour's repose before he began the villanies of another day. To dream and to labour: to you, my labour; to
Ruth, my dreams. She has no proof—yet. The
spinsters were not kind; they were only curious because she was odd and wore a
dress thirty years out of date. The
doors were closed and barricaded, and the mob threatened to burst them open if
Jack was not delivered to them. Here lay a heap of knockers of all sizes, from the huge lion's head to the small
brass rapper: there, a collection of sign-boards, with the names and calling of the
owners utterly obliterated. They are the only happy
women in the Orient. Yet she took with her an uneasy consciousness that
in this affair might lie the germs of future trouble.
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