His Other Wife: A Novel — page 84: what you’re looking at

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76, RACHEL, ‘“‘T want nothing,” said the lady, in the cold, far-away tone of a speaking automaton. ‘But all the same you will take it for my sake, and the child’s.” ‘‘Always the same thing! Why should you care about me or the child? If you had left zs work alone, both the baby and I would have been far better off. I shall never forgive you for meddling with what my husband saw fit to do.” ‘‘Poor soul! Well, you know I did it for the best.. Don’t be hard on me. Will you take the soup, dear?” ‘Yes, anything to be rid of you, and left to myself. Give it to me.” She took the bowl, and drained it at a draught, as if it had been some nauseous dose, then impatiently thrust the vessel toward him. He received it meekly, and regarded her with infinite pity; he knew she was half mad, and in nowise respon- » sible for her speech. Yet it seemed to hurt him. He rose to go away, when she caught at him, and said, with a sudden burst of energy: “Stay; tell me all about it again. Begin at the begin- ning, when he said, ‘ My love, it is time for your sedative dose.’ Don’t leave out a word—not a syllable of the story. Mind, I know it so well, I’ll be sure to catch you if you miss a word.” , _Heaving along breath, the Indian sat down to repeat the oft-told tale, It was, of course, only the minute and GEomicbooks: (E(@) 3