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The New Wound, and the Old

           ‘You,injuredbyhishaughtytemper!You,whoopposedtoboth,whenyourhairwasgrey,thequalitieswhichmadebothwhenyougavehimbirth!YOU,whofromhiscradlerearedhimtobewhathewas,andstuntedwhatheshouldhavebeen!Areyourewarded,now,foryouryearsoftrouble?’

           ‘Oh,MissDartle,shame!Ohcruel!’

           ‘Itellyou,’shereturned,‘IWILLspeaktoher.Nopoweronearthshouldstopme,whileIwasstandinghere!HaveIbeensilentalltheseyears,andshallInotspeaknow?Ilovedhimbetterthanyoueverlovedhim!’turningonherfiercely.‘Icouldhavelovedhim,andaskednoreturn.IfIhadbeenhiswife,Icouldhavebeentheslaveofhiscapricesforawordofloveayear.Ishouldhavebeen.WhoknowsitbetterthanI?Youwereexacting,proud,punctilious,selfish.Mylovewouldhavebeendevotedwouldhavetrodyourpaltrywhimperingunderfoot!’

           Withflashingeyes,shestampeduponthegroundasifsheactuallydidit.

           ‘Lookhere!’shesaid,strikingthescaragain,witharelentlesshand.‘Whenhegrewintothebetterunderstandingofwhathehaddone,hesawit,andrepentedofit!Icouldsingtohim,andtalktohim,andshowtheardourthatIfeltinallhedid,andattainwithlabourtosuchknowledgeasmostinterestedhim;andIattractedhim.Whenhewasfreshestandtruest,helovedme.

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