“My wife. The little matter of an accent may be misleading, I grant you, but —’ He was interrupted, and with impatience. ’ ‘But you don’t look anything like her,’ burst out Mrs Ibstock. She parted the curtains to find him standing there. An ordinary type, of course—” Mrs. She made a few protests, a few excuses for her action in accepting him, a few lame explanations, but he did not heed them or care for them. She bussed his cheek with her small lips as he stood by the open door, and exited alone towards the sleeping house. “It’s still a marvel to me that we are to be forgiven,” she said, turning. ’ She dropped to her knees before her old nurse and hugged the workroughened hand with both her own, looking up into Martha’s face where slow tears were tracing down her cheek.
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