The Helpmate by May Sinclair
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page 93 of 511 (18%)
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"I don't care how big it is. Don't bother me with it." "Bother you? Why, it's a beautiful but. As I said, she isn't in love with you; but she may be any minute. It's just touch and go with her. It depends on _you_." "Heavens, what am I to do? I've done everything." "Yes, you have, but she hasn't. She's done nothing. She doesn't know how to. You've got to show her." He shook his head hopelessly. "You're beyond me. I don't understand. There isn't anything for me to do. How am I to show her?" "I mean show her what there is in it. What it means. What it's going to be for her as well as you. Just go at it hard, harder than you did before you married her." "_I_ see, I've got to make love to her all over again." "Exactly. All over again from the very beginning." "I say!" He took it in, her idea, in all the width and splendour of its simplicity. "And do it differently?" "Oh, very differently." "I don't quite see where the difference is to come in. What did I do before that was so wrong?" |
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