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That
didn
’
t
sound
like
John
,
and
she
knew
he
was
looking
up
at
her
with
the
straightforward
look
that
she
had
always
been
ready
to
meet
and
answer
with
one
as
frank
till
now
.
She
turned
the
page
and
her
head
at
the
same
time
,
pointing
to
the
sum
which
would
have
been
bad
enough
without
the
fifty
,
but
which
was
appalling
to
her
with
that
added
.
For
a
minute
the
room
was
very
still
,
then
John
said
slowly
—
but
she
could
feel
it
cost
him
an
effort
to
express
no
displeasure
—
.
.
.
"
Well
,
I
don
’
t
know
that
fifty
is
much
for
a
dress
,
with
all
the
furbelows
and
notions
you
have
to
have
to
finish
it
off
these
days
.
"
"
It
isn
’
t
made
or
trimmed
,
"
sighed
Meg
,
faintly
,
for
a
sudden
recollection
of
the
cost
still
to
be
incurred
quite
overwhelmed
her
.
"
Twenty
-
five
yards
of
silk
seems
a
good
deal
to
cover
one
small
woman
,
but
I
’
ve
no
doubt
my
wife
will
look
as
fine
as
Ned
Moffat
’
s
when
she
gets
it
on
,
"
said
John
dryly
.
"
I
know
you
are
angry
,
John
,
but
I
can
’
t
help
it
.
I
don
’
t
mean
to
waste
your
money
,
and
I
didn
’
t
think
those
little
things
would
count
up
so
.
I
can
’
t
resist
them
when
I
see
Sallie
buying
all
she
wants
,
and
pitying
me
because
I
don
’
t
.
I
try
to
be
contented
,
but
it
is
hard
,
and
I
’
m
tired
of
being
poor
.
"
The
last
words
were
spoken
so
low
she
thought
he
did
not
hear
them
,
but
he
did
,
and
they
wounded
him
deeply
,
for
he
had
denied
himself
many
pleasures
for
Meg
’
s
sake
.
She
could
have
bitten
her
tongue
out
the
minute
she
had
said
it
,
for
John
pushed
the
books
away
and
got
up
,
saying
with
a
little
quiver
in
his
voice
,
"
I
was
afraid
of
this
.
I
do
my
best
,
Meg
.
"
If
he
had
scolded
her
,
or
even
shaken
her
,
it
would
not
have
broken
her
heart
like
those
few
words
.
She
ran
to
him
and
held
him
close
,
crying
,
with
repentant
tears
,
"
Oh
,
John
,
my
dear
,
kind
,
hard
-
working
boy
.
I
didn
’
t
mean
it
!
It
was
so
wicked
,
so
untrue
and
ungrateful
,
how
could
I
say
it
!
Oh
,
how
could
I
say
it
!
"
He
was
very
kind
,
forgave
her
readily
,
and
did
not
utter
one
reproach
,
but
Meg
knew
that
she
had
done
and
said
a
thing
which
would
not
be
forgotten
soon
,
although
he
might
never
allude
to
it
again
.
She
had
promised
to
love
him
for
better
or
worse
,
and
then
she
,
his
wife
,
had
reproached
him
with
his
poverty
,
after
spending
his
earnings
recklessly
.
It
was
dreadful
,
and
the
worst
of
it
was
John
went
on
so
quietly
afterward
,
just
as
if
nothing
had
happened
,
except
that
he
stayed
in
town
later
,
and
worked
at
night
when
she
had
gone
to
cry
herself
to
sleep
.
A
week
of
remorse
nearly
made
Meg
sick
,
and
the
discovery
that
John
had
countermanded
the
order
for
his
new
greatcoat
reduced
her
to
a
state
of
despair
which
was
pathetic
to
behold
.
He
had
simply
said
,
in
answer
to
her
surprised
inquiries
as
to
the
change
,
"
I
can
’
t
afford
it
,
my
dear
.
"
Meg
said
no
more
,
but
a
few
minutes
after
he
found
her
in
the
hall
with
her
face
buried
in
the
old
greatcoat
,
crying
as
if
her
heart
would
break
.
