Mosses from an Old Manse and other stories by Nathaniel Hawthorne
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foolish weakness, and prove yourself, to the best of your
ability, as good a husband as I will be a wife. You have discovered, perhaps, some little imperfections in your bride. Well, what did you expect? Women are not angels. If they were, they would go to heaven for husbands; or, at least, be more difficult in their choice on earth." "But why conceal those imperfections?" interposed I, tremulously. "Now, my love, are not you a most unreasonable little man?" said Mrs. Bullfrog, patting me on the cheek. "Ought a woman to disclose her frailties earlier than the wedding day? Few husbands, I assure you, make the discovery in such good season, and still fewer complain that these trifles are concealed too long. Well, what a strange man you are! Poh! you are joking." "But the suit for breach of promise!" groaned I. "Ah, and is that the rub?" exclaimed my wife. "Is it possible that you view that affair in an objectionable light? Mr. Bullfrog, I never could have dreamed it! Is it an objection that I have triumphantly defended myself against slander and vindicated my purity in a court of justice? Or do you complain because your wife has shown the proper spirit of a woman, and punished the villain who trifled with her affections?" "But," persisted I, shrinking into a corner of the coach, however,--for I did not know precisely how much contradiction the proper spirit of a woman would endure,--"but, my love, would it not have been more dignified to treat the villain with the silent |
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