. The woman gives : a story of regeneration. she deliberately tore it into pieces and threw itinto the waste-basket. Its time for lunch; lets go out. He shook hishead. The suggestion irritated him. The walk will doyou good. Are you going to order me around? he said, frown-ing. To-day, yes, because you cant make up your mind,she said, coming to him with his coat. It was rarely thatshe took a determined stand. He turned, resenting it. We must come to an understanding, he said irri-tatedly. I dont intend to be told to do this and do I want to cut loose, go wild, Im going to do it! She fac
. The woman gives : a story of regeneration. she deliberately tore it into pieces and threw itinto the waste-basket. Its time for lunch; lets go out. He shook hishead. The suggestion irritated him. The walk will doyou good. Are you going to order me around? he said, frown-ing. To-day, yes, because you cant make up your mind,she said, coming to him with his coat. It was rarely thatshe took a determined stand. He turned, resenting it. We must come to an understanding, he said irri-tatedly. I dont intend to be told to do this and do I want to cut loose, go wild, Im going to do it! She faced him resolutely. Dont worry; Im not asking you to do anything —no promises. She considered a moment, and correctedherself with a smile. Only one promise. He drew back, prepared for an issue, frowning. What one? Whatever you do, wherever you go, I am to go withyou. He glanced at her sharply — the blurred look on hisface that she dreaded. What! Even nights like night before last! he saidcunningly. That inward struggle which he had been. Then she deHberately tore it into pieces. Page 276. THE WOMAN GIVES 277 fighting all morning completely transformed the usualkindly look in his eyes, bringing back the glare of a cagedanimal. Especially nights when its hard, she said, in her low,musical voice. He laughed. Therell be a lot of those! I know there must be, she said, laying her hand onhis arm as though to calm him. Perhaps its best thatyou should let go sometimes — at first. What! he said loudly. Then he laughed again ; butalready under the controlling pressure of her hand, thelaugh had a softer note. So youre not going to reform me She shook her head. No, no! She thought a moment, Im just here tohelp — when you need me. He was so surprised at this unexpected attitude that hewalked up and down, deliberating. Finally, he turnedand stared at her. I understand you less than ever. She smiled and shook her head. Im not so difficult. Well, what do you want me to do now ? I want to
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