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There were lights in the wide brick cottage. Strangers lived there now. A swinging sign above the gate set forth that a Doctor Ransome dwelt therein. The eddying fall of leaves is depressing. Autumn anyhow is a melancholy time. Alexina, going in, closed the door.
Alexina had a jacket over her woollen dress, for Aden houses are not built for cold, which poured in at casements, beneath doors, at keyholes. Molly, on the couch drawn up to the fire, coughed and coughed again. Alexina went to her. "I'm cold," she complained; "and how dreary it is." It had cleared and the sky was a pale, chilly blue. The sun set in a yellow pallor. The night fell.
Two electric lights hidden under lamp shades were burning, but the large room was rather somber. Alexina composed herself once more with a violent effort and asked in a crisp tone: "Well? What is this mystery? Are you in love with some one else? Been, making love " "Alexina!" He confronted her with stricken eyes. "You know that I am literally incapable of such a thing.
He took the precaution to telephone to the house that he was going out of town, but when he returned two days later he experienced a distinct pleasure in telling Alexina what he had done.
Trouble is, the individual, like as not, don't know what's good for him and goes under, like the man you've been telling me about." "There's only one thing I apprehend in your socialistic state," said Alexina, who always became frivolous when Kirkpatrick waxed serious, "and that is universal dissolution from sheer ennui. Either that or we'll go on eternally rowing about something else.
"Oh, do you think San Francisco is really going?" cried Alexina, but there was a thrill in her regret. "Oh, but it couldn't be." "No! impossible, impossible!" Black clouds of smoke shot with red tongues of flame overhung the city at different points, although they appeared to be more dense and frequent down in the "South of Market Street" region.
If we had the socialistic state you'd be put on one of the thinking boards, so to speak. That's the point. You've got no training, but you've got a thinker. You'd soon learn. But I'm not so sure of your friend. Somehow, you've given me the impression she's just one of these lady-birds." "I'm afraid she is," said Alexina with a sigh.
Quickly as the words were spoken, the Harriet on his lips was not lost upon Alexina. She turned to go, quite hot and with impulsive haste, but the Major, putting out a hand, detained her. "No, Miss Alexina; I'd really rather you would stay if you will be so kind," he said, then turned to the older woman. "I have just had some words with your brother on the club-house steps and I knocked him down.
No doubt they had thought he was able to stand on his own feet after a while, but he had often looked depressed during the panic of nineteen-seven and the long period of business drought that had followed. Still, he had managed to hold his own, and his constitutional optimism was unshaken. He knew that when times changed he would soon be a rich man, and Alexina shared his faith.
But everything has changed. We must look out for ourselves now, and I cannot put the whole burden on your shoulders " "I do not mind in the least. That is where it belongs." Alexina shook her wise little head. "Oh, no. It isn't done any more. No woman who has learned to think is so unjust as to throw the whole burden of life on her husband's shoulders.
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