The Damnation of Theron Ware by Harold Frederic
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deciding to smile again as he moved off. The circumstance that he was to
get an additional three hundred dollars yearly in his new place was not mentioned between them. By a mutual impulse the young couple, when they had at last gained the cool open air, crossed the street to the side where over-hanging trees shaded the infrequent lamps, and they might be comparatively alone. The wife had taken her husband's arm, and pressed closely upon it as they walked. For a time no word passed, but finally he said, in a grave voice,-- "It is hard upon you, poor girl." Then she stopped short, buried her face against his shoulder, and fell to sobbing. He strove with gentle, whispered remonstrance to win her from this mood, and after a few moments she lifted her head and they resumed their walk, she wiping her eyes as they went. "I couldn't keep it in a minute longer!" she said, catching her breath between phrases. "Oh, WHY do they behave so badly to us, Theron?" He smiled down momentarily upon her as they moved along, and patted her hand. "Somebody must have the poor places, Alice," he said consolingly. "I am a young man yet, remember. We must take our turn, and be patient. For 'we know that all things work together for good.'" |
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