A Mummer's Wife by George (George Augustus) Moore
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Then Ralph's voice was heard calling, and seeing what was wanted, she
hastened to his assistance. 'Where were you last night?' he asked her. 'I slept in the stranger's room; I thought you'd not require me, and I was more comfortable there. The bed in the back room is all ups and downs.' He was breathing heavily in a way that made her fear he was going to have another attack. 'Is mother in a great rage because I won't let her in?' he said presently. 'She's very much cut up about it, dear; you know she loves you better than anyone in the world. You'd do well to make it up with her.' 'Well, perhaps I was wrong,' he said after a time, and with good humour, 'but she annoys me. She will interfere in everything; as if I hadn't a right to let my rooms to whom I please. She pays for all she has here, but I'd much sooner she left us than be lorded over in that way.' 'She doesn't want to lord it over you, dear. It's all arranged. She promised me just now she'd say nothing more about it, and that she'd look after Mr. Lennox like any other lodger.' On hearing that his mother was willing to submit to his will, the invalid smiled and expressed regret that the presence of an extra person in the house, especially an actor, would give his wife and mother more work to do. 'But I shall soon be well,' he said, 'and I dare say downstairs looking |
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