There was only one idea in his head now—to batter and bruise and crush this weakling, then cast him at the feet of his love-lorn wife. You would rather live like the scum of the earth, in that little brown hovel you call a house, in bourgeois paradise. Prudence shook her head. Of you—an angel with one wing. I suppose most of our daughters would marry organ-grinders if they had a chance—at that age. “My wife refused absolutely to have anything more to do with me. Never again to be alone! To fit herself into this man's life as a hand into a glove; to use all her skill to force him into the position of depending upon her utterly; to be the spark to the divine fire! He should have his book, even if it had to be written with her heart's blood. When he left these premises, three years ago, I took them from him; or rather—to deal frankly with you,—he placed me in them rent-free, for, I'm not ashamed to confess it, I've had losses, and heavy ones; and, if it hadn't been for him, I don't know where I should have been. Come in! Come in, do. Here's the——" "Let me have one," cried a servant maid, running across the street, and in her haste forgetting to shut the door,—"here's the money. " The attendant did not understand him. She was instinctively aware of him as she had been of Julian.
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