“Let me hasten,” she said,
“to reassure you. “Hand me the Jergens lotion, will you? How’d it go
with John?” She asked. She would then hear his feet pounding up the steps
and he would burst into whatever room she was sitting in
and say, “There she is! My wife! Hiding her beauty from
the world!” He would then run to her, grab her book or
embroidery and unceremoniously toss them to the floor. People shrug their shoulders and call me a crazy
socialist. I went to
the theatre that night. He
felt that he might soon be separated—perhaps, for ever—from the fond little
creature he held in his arms, whom he had always regarded with the warmest
fraternal affection, and the thought of how much she would suffer from the
separation so sensibly affected him, that he could not help joining in her grief. Let’s face it,
she hates Missy’s guts. Kneebone, I'll make one of the
party. I
understand. "
"If you mean the fugitive, Darrell, he has escaped through the back window,"
replied Jonathan. ‘What the devil do you think you’re doing?’ protested Hilary angrily.
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