Her sadness was manageable only because she was so familiar with its phases, because she could observe its moods remotely, like an astronomer studying the moon. She made lumpish and inadequate interruptions rather than replies. This started a thought moving. But all this business has driven it clean out of my head. “They have no plans for us. Many of the soldiers dismounted, and called for drink. I couldn’t sit down for a week!” “Oh, how terrible for you. ” She found her muscles a-tremble. I swore I would bring your husband to the gallows,—would plunge you in such want, such distress, that you should have no alternative but the last frightful resource of misery,—and I also swore, that if you had a son he should share the same fate as his father. I’m that shamed to confess it, miss, but it were then I thought of Martha.
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