Modern Chronicle, a — Volume 06 by Winston Churchill
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confusion in which she halted. Lawyers, even young ones with white teeth
and clear eyes, are apt to be a little cynical. He had doubtless seen from the beginning that there was a man in the background. It was not his business to comment or to preach. "Some of the western states grant divorces on--on much easier terms," he said politely. "If you care to wait, I will go into our library and look up the laws of those states." "I wish you would," answered Honora. "I don't think I could bear to spend three years in such--in such an anomalous condition. And at any rate I should much rather go West, out of sight, and have it all as quickly over with as possible." He bowed, and departed on his quest. And Honora waited, at moments growing hot at the recollection of her conversation with him. Why--she asked herself should the law make it so difficult, and subject her to such humiliation in a course which she felt to be right and natural and noble? Finally, her thoughts becoming too painful, she got up and looked out of the window. And far below her, through the mist, she beheld the burying-ground of Boston's illustrious dead which her cabman had pointed out to her as he passed. She did not hear the door open as Mr. Wentworth returned, and she started at the sound of his voice. "I take it for granted that you are really serious in this matter, Mrs. Spence," he said. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "And that you have thoroughly reflected," he continued imperturbably. |
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