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Mrs. Pointdexter came out of her grand house as Ellen passed, and took up her station on the corner to wait for a car. She bowed to Ellen with an evasive, little, sidewise bow.
Pointdexter, whose eyes were red, and whose face bore an expression of meek endurance of a renewal of her own experience of sorrow. "It was Joe Martin's wife," said she. "I sat just behind her." "What made her?" Then both started, for the woman who had sobbed came up behind them, her brother, an elderly man, trying to hold her back. "You stop, John," she cried.
That blessed man gave me five dollars every week of my life, and he buried poor Annie when she died, and my little boy, and he made me promise never to say a word about it. Five dollars every week of my life five dollars." The woman's voice ended in a long-drawn, hysterical wail. The other women who had been listening began to weep. Mrs. Pointdexter, when she and Mrs.
She writhed inwardly whenever little Ellen spoke of her aunt Eva, and would have forbidden her to do so had she dared. "To think of that child associating with a shop-girl!" she said to Mrs. Pointdexter. Mrs.
Pointdexter, who had sat in the rear of the church. She came alongside as they left the church, and the two old women moved slowly down the sidewalk, with lingering glances at the funeral procession drawn up in front of the church. "Who was that cryin' so in back; did you see?" asked Mrs. Zelotes of Mrs.
Pointdexter was her particular friend, whom she regarded with loving tolerance of superiority, though she had been the daughter of a former clergyman of the town, and had wedded another, and might presumably have been accounted herself of a somewhat higher estate.
Me an' Pete Pointdexter, we done talked it over, an' we come ter de conclusion ter marry." I turned and looked at the woman at her black garments, her still serious expression. Surely my hearing was playing me false. But catching my unspoken protest, she had already begun to explain. "Dey ain't no onrespec' ter de dead, Mis' Gladys, in marryin'," she began.
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