The Price She Paid by David Graham Phillips
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``I think it's decent,'' said Mildred.
``Well, I hope you'll not live to regret it,'' said her brother. Neither Mrs. Gower nor her daughter had ever had any experience in the care of money. To both forty- seven thousand dollars seemed a fortune--forty-seven thousand dollars in cash in the bank, ready to issue forth and do their bidding at the mere writing of a few figures and a signature on a piece of paper. In a sense they knew that for many years the family's annual expenses had ranged between forty and fifty thousand, but in the sense of actuality they knew nothing about it--a state of affairs common enough in families where the man is in absolute control and spends all he makes. Money always had been forthcomcoming;{sic} therefore money always would be forthcoming. The mourning and the loss of the person who had filled and employed their lives caused the widow and the daughter to live very quietly during the succeeding year. They spent only half of their capital. For reasons of selfish and far-sighted prudence which need no detailing Frank moved away to New York within six months of his father's death and reduced communication between himself and wife and his mother and sister to a frigid and rapidly congealing minimum. He calculated that by the time their capital was con- sumed they would have left no feeling of claim upon |
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