Married Life - The True Romance by May Edginton
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her concernedly, until she asked to be put back into bed again. That
was on a Sunday. The Sunday marked his memory. It disappointed him so bitterly to find that Marie was not stronger. After all the chickens and grapes, and doctors' and nurses' fees, she was not strong; and what could he do more for her? He was not a rich man. After the drain of all this they must live more steadily even than before; he could not waft her _and_ the baby away to some warm south-coast resort to finish her convalescence; he could not take her for long motoring week-ends. In a week the nurse would go. Would Marie be ready for her to go? If not, could Osborn keep her longer? He knew he could not. There was only a sum of twelve or thirteen pounds left from the twenty which had represented the nest-egg which he had when he married; five of those pounds the doctor would take; six of them the nurse would take. He tried to arrange the disposal of his salary afresh, and could do no more than cut down his weekly expenditure of ten shillings to five. But Marie and the baby were worth it all--if only he could get them alone again. A week after that the nurse left and Osborn came back to Marie's room. He looked forward to it; part of the dreadfulness of the past month had been their separation; now they were to be alone again, without that anarchic and despotic pack. On the morning, before he left, he wished the nurse good-bye with a false heartiness and handed her, |
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