One can learn and understand only by personal experience, by actual contact with the realities of life. On this side was a razor with which a son had murdered his father; the blade notched, the haft crusted with blood: on that, a bar of iron, bent, and partly broken, with which a husband had beaten out his wife's brains. Her desires were not for riches. To preserve herself, however, from destitution, or what she considered worse, she wedded a journeyman carpenter, named Sheppard. He ushered them with an amiable flat hand into a minute apartment with a little gas-stove, a silk crimson-covered sofa, and a bright little table, gay with napery and hot-house flowers.
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