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On what might be called the literary side of him, he thought Millicent Loder an excellent secretary, the one woman with whom he found it possible to work; but on what might be called the personal side, his interest was nil. True, he liked her trim appearance, though he would never have dreamed of comparing it with Toni's more unconventional attraction.
For once Toni's inward feelings burst their bounds, driving her to open revolt. "I don't like Miss Loder about all day I never feel free there's an oppression in the air so long as she is in the house." Owen was surprised and annoyed by this speech; and showed his annoyance plainly. "Don't you think you are rather prejudiced, Toni? You have never liked the girl, and I can't imagine why.
Rose is very fond of you, Toni" somehow her very inflection made Toni's conception of Owen's love shrivel into nothingness "and he couldn't rest if he thought you were unhappy. He would bring you back, and things would be just the same again. He would do his work, helped by Miss Loder, I suppose, and you would go on as you are now. After all, Toni, you know you have a lot to be grateful for."
She looked better now than on her first arrival in the neighbourhood, less haggard, a little plumper, but as he compared her dulled and faded beauty with Toni's youthful bloom he wondered, not for the first time, if her companionship were altogether innocuous. He was still puzzling over the question when he re-entered Toni's room; and his first words showed her what was in his mind.
It was less oppressively warm out here than in the house, and into Toni's nature-loving heart there stole a sudden sense of comfort; as though all the living things around her were whispering vague words of love and cheer to her forlorn spirit. However miserable she might be, Toni was never quite so wretched out of doors.
And with what blessings besides the dear Lord was still overwhelming them! From Geneva such good things kept coming to Elsbeth, that she no longer had to dread anxious days, and with each package came new assurance of the ready acceptance of Toni's work.
Punctually at two-thirty Owen returned, and Toni ran down the steps with a smiling face from which all traces of tears had long since vanished. The car was waiting in the dingy street, and Toni's foot was actually on the step when she turned and looked at Owen with a kind of desperate appeal in her eyes. "Mr. Rose, do you drive the car yourself?" "Yes.
Amanda ran to the open window behind which he for whom all this was prepared was quietly making out his monthly bills. Toni's breath failed. If he recognised the poisonous fruits, it was all over with her plan. But the risk was not to be avoided. He looked at the discs for a moment. And yet for another. No, he did not know their nature but was rather pleased with them.
His political views seemed to Owen to be as vague as were Toni's; and he had an irritating habit of setting aside any recognized standard of perfection as though the world's seal of approval meant less than nothing. He would demolish a given institution in a few lazy words, but he never attempted to set up another in its place.
"Five hundred pounds!" It was Toni's first interruption. "Yes. Sounds a lot, doesn't it? We'd only been married a year. Still there was nothing for it but to realize some more capital, and I did it, and then asked for the bills. She brought them unwillingly, after a vain attempt to get me to entrust the payment to her; and to my surprise and relief, I found that three hundred would cover the lot."
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