Buried Alive: a Tale of These Days by Arnold Bennett
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to pay there! Silly, I call it! Why couldn't he have left his money to
you, or at any rate to the hospitals or something of that? No, it isn't silly. It's scandalous! It ought to be stopped!" Now Priam had resolved that evening to make a serious, gallant attempt to convince his wife of his own identity. He was approaching the critical point. This speech of hers intimidated him, rather complicated his difficulties, but he determined to proceed bravely. "Have you put sugar in this?" he asked. "Yes," she said. "But you've forgotten to stir it. I'll stir it for you." A charming wifely attention! It enheartened him. "I say, Alice," he said, as she stirred, "you remember when first I told you I could paint?" "Yes," she said. "Well, at first you thought I was daft. You thought my mind was wandering, didn't you?" "No," she said, "I only thought you'd got a bee in your bonnet." She smiled demurely. "Well, I hadn't, had I?" "Seeing the money you've made, I should just say you hadn't," she |
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