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Why do you bother yourself? Idon'tbothermyself―doyoufollowhimbecauseyoulikehim? He put it very timidly. He wanted to know. Idon't―Iwishhewasdeadthiswithbittercontempt.Thendog- gedly; But he's my husband. He gave a short laugh. By Gad On the Makaloa Mat LondonJack Published aaaaddsymbt bia On the Makaloa Mat LondonJack Published aaaaddow! he said. 34 Againafter a while: "Have you been married long?" Four years. Four years―whyhow old are you? Twenty-three. Are you turned twenty-three? Last May. Thenyou'refourmontholderthanme. Hemusedoverit.Theywere only two voices in the pitch-black night. It was eerie silence again. And do you just tramp about? he asked. Hereckonshe'slookingforajob.Buthedoesn'tlikeworkinany shapeorform.HewasastablemanwhenImarriedhimatGreenhalgh's thehorse-dealersatChesterfieldwhereIwashousemaid.Heleftthat jobwhenthebabywasonlytwomonthandI'vebeenbadgeredabout from pillar to post ever sin'. They say a rolling stone gathers no moss… An' where's the baby? It died when it was ten month old. Nowthesilencewasclinchedbetweenthem.Itwasquitealongtime beforeGeoffreyventuredtosaysympathetically:"Youhaven'tmuchto look forward to." I'vewishedmanyascoretimewhenI'vestartedshiverin'an'shakin' atnightsasIwastakenbadfordeath.Butwe'renotthathandyat dying. He was sile |
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