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And for years after their marriage Hurd had allowed her to govern him. He had been so patient, so hard-working, such a kind husband and father, so full of a dumb wish to show her he was grateful to her for marrying such a fellow as he. The quarrel with Westall seemed to have sunk out of his mind. He never spoke to or of him.
Your short experience right here among friends will serve to show you how very suspicious everybody is. We don't trust our nearest neighbors any more, and so you can imagine what we think of a stranger, especially if he happens to own a watch chain that looks something like one that is worn by a horse-thief," said Mr. Westall, smiling at the boy as he handed his property back to him.
Westall, how beautiful it was!" Una fixed her with large limpid eyes. "You believe it all, I suppose?" she asked with seraphic gravity. "All what, my dear child?" The girl shone on her. "About the higher life the freer expansion of the individual the law of fidelity to one's self," she glibly recited. Mrs. Westall, to her own wonder, blushed a deep and burning blush.
The new adultery was unfaithfulness to self. It was, as Westall had just reminded her, on this understanding that they had married. The ceremony was an unimportant concession to social prejudice: now that the door of divorce stood open, no marriage need be an imprisonment, and the contract therefore no longer involved any diminution of self-respect.
"And was it there he stole the horse?" asked Rodney. "Well, between you and me and the gatepost, he never stole a horse," replied Mr. Westall slowly, as if he were reluctant to make the admission. Rodney Gray crossed his legs, clasped his hands around one knee and settled back on his nail keg with an air that said, almost as plainly as words: "I knew it all the time."
The wife made a startled movement, and Hurd raised his misshapen form with a jerk. "Thank yer, miss, but I'll not trouble yer. I don't want nothing to do with Westall." And taking up a bit of half-burnt wood which lay on the hearth, he threw it violently back into the grate. Marcella looked from one to the other with surprise. Mrs.
Westall laughed at the idea. "Jeff, you and your friends are too anxious to do something for the cause," said he. "Of course that is better than being lukewarm, but you don't want to be too brash or you may get yourselves into trouble. Can you give us some supper? But first we want to put this prisoner where he will be safe."
Westall had gone into fit after fit; it had taken two to hold her, and Charlie's mother, who was in bed recovering from pneumonia, had also been very bad. Again Marcella's heart contracted with rage rather than pity. Such wrack and waste of human life, moral and physical! for what?
An' George Westall, he was allays leading the others a life tale-bearing an' spyin', an' settin' his father against any of 'em as didn't give in to him. An', oh, he behaved fearful to Jim! Jim ull tell you. Now, Jim, what's wrong with you why shouldn't I tell?" For Hurd had risen, and as he and his wife looked at each other a sort of mute conversation seemed to pass between them.
If that was the way a partisan was expected to act, Rodney wished he had not been so determined to become a partisan. Why didn't he stay in his own State and follow the fortunes of the Mooreville Rangers, as he had promised to do? Finally he said: "Are the State Guards the same as the Home Guards?" "Not much; any more than a good Confederate is the same as a sneaking Yankee," replied Mr. Westall.
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