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Full of Business and Pleasure

           "Howisthat,dearlove?Oh,herhusbandwasasadwickedman,andofcourseitwasofmethatthepoordearwasjealous.AsifIcaredabouthim,heigho!whentherewassomebody—butno—don’tletustalkofoldtimes";andshepassedherhandkerchiefwiththetatteredlaceacrosshereyelids.

           "Isnotthisastrangeplace,"shecontinued,"forawoman,whohaslivedinaverydifferentworldtoo,tobefoundin?Ihavehadsomanygriefsandwrongs,JosephSedley;IhavebeenmadetosuffersocruellythatIamalmostmademadsometimes.Ican’tstaystillinanyplace,butwanderaboutalwaysrestlessandunhappy.Allmyfriendshavebeenfalsetome—all.Thereisnosuchthingasanhonestmanintheworld.Iwasthetruestwifethateverlived,thoughImarriedmyhusbandoutofpique,becausesomebodyelse—butnevermindthat.Iwastrue,andhetrampleduponmeanddesertedme.Iwasthefondestmother.Ihadbutonechild,onedarling,onehope,onejoy,whichIheldtomyheartwithamother’saffection,whichwasmylife,myprayer,my—myblessing;andthey—theytoreitfromme—toreitfromme";andsheputherhandtoherheartwithapassionategestureofdespair,buryingherfaceforamomentonthebed.

           Thebrandy-bottleinsideclinkedupagainsttheplatewhichheldthecoldsausage.Bothweremoved,nodoubt,bytheexhibitionofsomuchgrief.MaxandFritzwereatthedoor,listeningwithwondertoMrs.Becky’ssobsandcries.

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