He came in with his hands in his trousers pockets and a general air of
depression in his bearing. Wood's dwelling,—a plain, substantial, commodious farm-house. Forgetting her occupation
in her anger, she left off bathing Darrell's wrist; and, squeezing his arm so tightly
that the boy winced with pain, she clapped her right hand upon her hip, and
turned, with flashing eyes and an inflamed countenance, towards her crest-fallen
spouse. "
"Not in this world," returned Jonathan. She made me over. Do
you know the story of Orpheus? He was a musician who
followed his damned wife into Hell to bring her back?
He was one of us, I believe. I am safe while I am there,
for I have had bolts fitted everywhere, and a pane of glass in the front door. Strange, I could never learn her history.
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