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I. The sufferings of the Servant. The minute particularity is very noteworthy, scourging, plucking the beard, shame, all sorts of taunts and buffets on the face, and the last indignity of spitting.
"He's supposed to be lying low. And then I was down at the club and met old Oakapple there, and he told me that Kilshaw had boasted of having done a deal with Puttock." "What did he mean?" Anyhow the Chief Justice thought Perry would be back soon." "What? That Mr. Medland would be turned out? What a shame! He hasn't had a fair chance, has he?"
"It is a shame and a mistake to keep you so in ignorance!" she broke out, "and I have said so always. There are many things you have the right to know, although some of them would make you very unhappy as they do all of us poor women who have to live in this land of dread. But in this I cannot, dearie." Virginia felt again the impalpable shadow of truth escaping her.
"But why did you do it?" asked Cricket. "Naughty little things! I had to." "Oh, do tell me about that. I just love hearing about mamma when she was naughty!" begged Cricket, turning over the soft gold curls. "It's just exactly like Kenneth's and Helen's, isn't it? And mamma's hair isn't very much darker, now, is it? What a shame you had to cut it!" "Indeed it was.
He was talking to that knight earnestly, indignantly: and somehow, as he passed Leofric and Martin he thought fit to raise his voice, as if in a great wrath. "Shame to all honor and chivalry! good saints in heaven, what a thing is human fortune!
Shall I a second time despoil my sister, already robbed by me of one half her rightful share? I should die of shame! Or, rather wait a moment! Let us reverse our situations for an instant, and if you will swear to me that, were you in my place, you would accept Ah, you see!
Poor creatures that we are, we think our punishment will be what we would like best: to suffer in silence, and not to have spread abroad our shame! How she harped on that word, though she knew that every time she uttered it, it cut to the heart of the man who loved her. 'And yet you come right on top of my torture to torture me still more and illimitably.
So much was clear. Then what should he do? He pondered this long and seriously. Was it possible to wipe out the past with exposure, humiliation, shame, and blood? He had been proud of her; he had loved her; he had been very, very happy with her. She had been his inspiration; a part of his hopes, ambition, life. True, she had undone all this, but the memory of it remained.
"What a shame!" Hilda's scorn shrivelled up Mr. Karkeek. There was nothing that she detested so much as a disloyalty. "Yes. I couldn't stop him, of course. No formal agreement between us. Couldn't be, in a case like ours! So he had me. He'd taken my wages quick enough as long as it suited him. Then he comes into money, and behaves like that. Jealousy! They were all jealous, always had been.
After a short silence Dorothy uncovered her face. "Yes," she said boldly, "I told him plainly; nor did I feel shame in so doing. It must be that this strange love makes one brazen. You, Madge, would die with shame had you sought any man as I have sought John. I would not for worlds tell you how bold and over-eager I have been." "Oh, Dorothy!" was all the answer Madge gave.
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