” “You fellows,” Ennison said quietly, “are getting a little wild. “I never planned it—And now I have begun—” She felt acutely that he was entitled to explanations, and as acutely that explanations were impossible that night. She worried for Cathy, working double shifts at the nearby family restaurant to help make ends meet. There was a strained, eager expression on his face. It was the sing-song girl idea, magnified many diameters. Well, it's scarcely credible. She had been obliged to spend the night in that fateful bedchamber, the faithful Kimble—who had foraged at a nearby inn, bringing back a large pie and a jug of porter for his mistress—guarding the door outside. She drifted, via Theobald’s Road, obliquely toward the region about Titchfield Street. But the father, to go his way forever alone! The iron in the man!—the iron in this child of his! Wanting a little love, a caress now and then. He waited. She had been fighting down this thought for days: that Hoddy did not care, that he did not love her, that he had mistaken a vagary of the mind for a substance, and now regretted what he had done— married a girl who was not his equal in anything. She thrust at him, following, almost spitting him as he crashed against the altar, rocking the huge candlesticks and the vessels that stood on it.
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