Her prevailing effect was one of
quiet and complete assurance, as though she knew all about everything, and was
only restrained by her instinctive delicacy from telling what she knew. “If I were to marry now,” she said, “it would be with a sense of humiliation. I take more than their blood, John. ”
“Dear me,” Anna laughed, “how unfortunate! What ought I to do? Should I be
forgiven, do you think, if I were to go and hold that skein of wool for the old
lady in the yellow cap?”
“Don’t speak of her irreverently,” Brendon said, in an awed whisper. He has told me
sufficient of you—"
"My dear," interposed Wood, "for goodness' sake—"
"I will speak," screamed his wife, totally disregarding the interruption; "I will tell
this worthless creature what I know about her,—and what I think of her. The Ragged Edge. Had it not been for the Plague, she might have had
her own babies.
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