" As Jack made no reply, the woman proceeded. It may be treacherous, it may lay up a store of future woe; but it insures present happiness, and that is sufficient. No; the future was not so dark; there was a bit of dawn visible. An old man with a bent back who limped in, slow and stiff, leaning heavily on a cane. A new inexplicable madness that urged him to shrill ironically the story of his coat—to take it off and fling it at the feet of any stranger who chanced to be nigh. It must be my fault that you have not learnt that your husband is the man to come to—at such a time as this. “My hand! This isn’t the place.
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