‘I ain’t done nothing wrong, I swear it. "What shall we do, Poll?" hesitated Edgeworth Bess. ‘Must be another of her lies. She worried for Cathy, working double shifts at the nearby family restaurant to help make ends meet. Stanley as they drew alongside, to account for his own ruffled and heated expression. She laughed a little bitterly. Wood had the advantage of her husband in point of years, being on the sunny side of forty,—a period pronounced by competent judges to be the most fascinating, and, at the same time, most critical epoch of woman's existence,—whereas, he was on the shady side of fifty,—a term of life not generally conceived to have any special recommendation in female eyes. Her momentary instinct was to run to him and be comforted, like the old times. They were in many respects so right; she clung to that, and shirked more and more the paradoxical conviction that they were also somehow, and even in direct relation to that rightness, absurd.
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