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To
her
astonishment
(
and
it
was
something
that
she
never
ceased
from
relating
to
her
dying
day
)
,
she
saw
Martin
Eden
seize
an
iron
from
the
stove
and
throw
a
fancy
shirt
-
waist
on
the
ironing
-
board
.
It
was
Kate
Flanagan
’
s
best
Sunday
waist
,
than
whom
there
was
no
more
exacting
and
fastidiously
dressed
woman
in
Maria
’
s
world
.
Also
,
Miss
Flanagan
had
sent
special
instruction
that
said
waist
must
be
delivered
by
that
night
.
As
every
one
knew
,
she
was
keeping
company
with
John
Collins
,
the
blacksmith
,
and
,
as
Maria
knew
privily
,
Miss
Flanagan
and
Mr
.
Collins
were
going
next
day
to
Golden
Gate
Park
.
Vain
was
Maria
’
s
attempt
to
rescue
the
garment
.
Martin
guided
her
tottering
footsteps
to
a
chair
,
from
where
she
watched
him
with
bulging
eyes
.
In
a
quarter
of
the
time
it
would
have
taken
her
she
saw
the
shirt
-
waist
safely
ironed
,
and
ironed
as
well
as
she
could
have
done
it
,
as
Martin
made
her
grant
.
"
I
could
work
faster
,
"
he
explained
,
"
if
your
irons
were
only
hotter
.
"
To
her
,
the
irons
he
swung
were
much
hotter
than
she
ever
dared
to
use
.
"
Your
sprinkling
is
all
wrong
,
"
he
complained
next
.
"
Here
,
let
me
teach
you
how
to
sprinkle
.
Pressure
is
what
’
s
wanted
.
Sprinkle
under
pressure
if
you
want
to
iron
fast
.
"
He
procured
a
packing
-
case
from
the
woodpile
in
the
cellar
,
fitted
a
cover
to
it
,
and
raided
the
scrap
-
iron
the
Silva
tribe
was
collecting
for
the
junkman
.
With
fresh
-
sprinkled
garments
in
the
box
,
covered
with
the
board
and
pressed
by
the
iron
,
the
device
was
complete
and
in
operation
.
"
Now
you
watch
me
,
Maria
,
"
he
said
,
stripping
off
to
his
undershirt
and
gripping
an
iron
that
was
what
he
called
"
really
hot
.
"
"
An
’
when
he
feenish
da
iron
’
he
washa
da
wools
,
"
as
she
described
it
afterward
.
"
He
say
,
‘
Maria
,
you
are
da
greata
fool
.
I
showa
you
how
to
washa
da
wools
,
’
an
’
he
shows
me
,
too
.
Ten
minutes
he
maka
da
machine
—
one
barrel
,
one
wheel
-
hub
,
two
poles
,
justa
like
dat
.
"
Martin
had
learned
the
contrivance
from
Joe
at
the
Shelly
Hot
Springs
.
The
old
wheel
-
hub
,
fixed
on
the
end
of
the
upright
pole
,
constituted
the
plunger
.
Making
this
,
in
turn
,
fast
to
the
spring
-
pole
attached
to
the
kitchen
rafters
,
so
that
the
hub
played
upon
the
woollens
in
the
barrel
,
he
was
able
,
with
one
hand
,
thoroughly
to
pound
them
.
"
No
more
Maria
washa
da
wools
,
"
her
story
always
ended
.
"
I
maka
da
kids
worka
da
pole
an
’
da
hub
an
’
da
barrel
.
Him
da
smarta
man
,
Mister
Eden
.
"
Nevertheless
,
by
his
masterly
operation
and
improvement
of
her
kitchen
-
laundry
he
fell
an
immense
distance
in
her
regard
.
The
glamour
of
romance
with
which
her
imagination
had
invested
him
faded
away
in
the
cold
light
of
fact
that
he
was
an
ex
-
laundryman
.
All
his
books
,
and
his
grand
friends
who
visited
him
in
carriages
or
with
countless
bottles
of
whiskey
,
went
for
naught
.
He
was
,
after
all
,
a
mere
workingman
,
a
member
of
her
own
class
and
caste
.
He
was
more
human
and
approachable
,
but
,
he
was
no
longer
mystery
.
Martin
’
s
alienation
from
his
family
continued
.
Following
upon
Mr
.
Higginbotham
’
s
unprovoked
attack
,
Mr
.
Hermann
von
Schmidt
showed
his
hand
.
