"Well, good night, Mr. “Oh, Lord!” she said, discovering what she was up to, and dropped lightly from the fence upon the turf and went on her way toward the crest. The man was my husband. The very facts that Miss Miniver never stated an argument clearly, that she was never embarrassed by a sense of self-contradiction, and had little more respect for consistency of statement than a washerwoman has for wisps of vapor, which made Ann Veronica critical and hostile at their first encounter in Morningside Park, became at last with constant association the secret of Miss Miniver’s growing influence. To the poor carpenter it seemed an endless distance. Day after day she pounded him with curses, saying that her mother looked down on him from Heaven and sent a curse, to which he laughed. It wasn’t long ago that a girl went straight from the farm to her husband, just as soon as her period came and she could make babies.
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