As she approached, the carpenter's wife eyed her from head to foot, in the hope of finding something in her person or apparel to quarrel with. "Perhaps that would have been best. Was it ruined?’ ‘But yes, it was entirely ruined. “It’s a matter of feeling with me. Perhaps some one had kissed the brow that was now so cadaverous, rubbed that sunken cheek with loving fingers, held that stringy neck with passionately living hands. Now, it was a wilderness of weeds. ‘Monsieur, my wife intended not to anger you,’ he said in a tone of apology.
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