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"But he wasn't tryin' to help me. He was thinkin' how he could help his own damned respectability all the blessed time. He knows what a bloomin' hell it's been for Virelet and me this last year and he'd have forced us back into it into all that misery just to save his own silly skin." "No, dear, it isn't that. He doesn't think Vi'let should be let go on living like she is if you can stop her.
It struck him that the Baby was serious, too. "Violet's just this minute gone out for a breath of air," she said. "I'm putting Baby to bed for her. She's been very fretful all day." "Who? Virelet?" "No, Baby. "How's that?" "I don't know. But I fancy she isn't very well." The Baby confirmed her judgment by a cry of anguish. "I say, what's wrong?"
I dare say you think you told me what you say you did. But you didn't. You didn't tell me anything not one blessed thing. And if you had it wouldn't have done any good. I wouldn't have believed you. You needn't reproach yourself. I was mad on Virelet. I meant to marry her and I did marry her. That's all." "Well," said Mr.
"Was I? Who warned me, I should like to know?" "Why, I did, and her mother did. Told you straight. Don't you go for to say that I let you marry the girl under false pretenses, or her mother either. I told you what sort Virelet was, straight as I could, without vilifying my own flesh and blood. Did you want me to tell you straighter? Did you want me to put a name to it?"
In this favorable retreat Ranny disclosed to his mother as much as he could of his affairs. Mrs. Ransome didn't like the idea of the lodger any more than he did, but she admitted that it was a way out of it. "Only," she said, "if I was you I should have a lady. Some one you know about. Some one who might look after Vi'let." "That's right. But Virelet would have to look after her, you see."
They make us do things we don't want to do and never meant to do. I didn't want to care for Virelet. I wanted to care for you. I didn't want to marry her, nor she me. I didn't mean to. I meant to marry you. But I did care for her, and I did marry her. I don't suppose he wanted to do like he did or ever meant to.
He was talkin' through his Sunday hat all the time, pretendin' to stick up for Virelet, knowin' perfectly well what she is, and cussin' and swearin' at her for it in his heart, and naggin' at me because there wasn't anybody else to go for." "He was trying to help you, Ranny." "If God can't help me, strikes me it's pretty fair cheek of Uncle to presume " He meditated.
"Well I've got to think of them. For them, in some ways, the poor old Humming-bird might, you see, be almost as bad as Virelet." She knew. She had known it all the time. She had even got so far in knowledge as to see that Ranny's father was in a measure responsible for Ranny's marriage.
"D'you want it so badly, Ranny?" "I want you so badly. Didn't you know I did? Of course you knew." "No, Ranny, I didn't. I thought all the time perhaps some day poor Virelet would come back." "She'll never come back." "But, if she did? If she changed her mind? Perhaps she's changed it now and wants to come back and be good." "If she did I wouldn't take her."
"He is, and you know it, and he knows it, and my mother knows it. And yet you go on lying about him and pretending. I'm sick of it. I'm sick of hearing about how good he is, and his Headaches Headaches!" "Oh! Ranny, dear," his mother wailed, piteously. "I'm not blaming him, Mother. Poor old Humming-bird, he can't help it. It's the way he's made. I'm not blaming Virelet. She can't help it, either.
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