But this time she wanted nothing for herself: she wanted something for Hoddy—success. Meantime, O'Higgins wended his way to the Victoria, mulling over this and that phase, all matters little and big that bore upon the chase. She would then hear his feet pounding up the steps and he would burst into whatever room she was sitting in and say, “There she is! My wife! Hiding her beauty from the world!” He would then run to her, grab her book or embroidery and unceremoniously toss them to the floor. At length the task was done, and she jabbed the needle into a cushion, folded the coat, and rose. He only laughed his defiance. Had it not been for the Plague, she might have had her own babies. Fine but strong lines marked the profile: that would speak for courage and resolution. She donned her fuzzy slippers and traipsed downstairs, the welcoming smell of coffee beckoning her, the sound of Looney Toons music barely audible from the television set.
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