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The
misfortune
of
the
Hurstwood
household
was
due
to
the
fact
that
jealousy
,
having
been
born
of
love
,
did
not
perish
with
it
.
Mrs
.
Hurstwood
retained
this
in
such
form
that
subsequent
influences
could
transform
it
into
hate
.
Hurstwood
was
still
worthy
,
in
a
physical
sense
,
of
the
affection
his
wife
had
once
bestowed
upon
him
,
but
in
a
social
sense
he
fell
short
.
With
his
regard
died
his
power
to
be
attentive
to
her
,
and
this
,
to
a
woman
,
is
much
greater
than
outright
crime
toward
another
.
Our
self
-
love
dictates
our
appreciation
of
the
good
or
evil
in
another
.
In
Mrs
.
Hurstwood
it
discoloured
the
very
hue
of
her
husband
’
s
indifferent
nature
.
She
saw
design
in
deeds
and
phrases
which
sprung
only
from
a
faded
appreciation
of
her
presence
.
As
a
consequence
,
she
was
resentful
and
suspicious
.
The
jealousy
that
prompted
her
to
observe
every
falling
away
from
the
little
amenities
of
the
married
relation
on
his
part
served
to
give
her
notice
of
the
airy
grace
with
which
he
still
took
the
world
.
She
could
see
from
the
scrupulous
care
which
he
exercised
in
the
matter
of
his
personal
appearance
that
his
interest
in
life
had
abated
not
a
jot
.
Every
motion
,
every
glance
had
something
in
it
of
the
pleasure
he
felt
in
Carrie
,
of
the
zest
this
new
pursuit
of
pleasure
lent
to
his
days
.
Mrs
.
Hurstwood
felt
something
,
sniffing
change
,
as
animals
do
danger
,
afar
off
.
This
feeling
was
strengthened
by
actions
of
a
direct
and
more
potent
nature
on
the
part
of
Hurstwood
.
We
have
seen
with
what
irritation
he
shirked
those
little
duties
which
no
longer
contained
any
amusement
of
satisfaction
for
him
,
and
the
open
snarls
with
which
,
more
recently
,
he
resented
her
irritating
goads
.
These
little
rows
were
really
precipitated
by
an
atmosphere
which
was
surcharged
with
dissension
.
That
it
would
shower
,
with
a
sky
so
full
of
blackening
thunderclouds
,
would
scarcely
be
thought
worthy
of
comment
.
Thus
,
after
leaving
the
breakfast
table
this
morning
,
raging
inwardly
at
his
blank
declaration
of
indifference
at
her
plans
,
Mrs
.
Hurstwood
encountered
Jessica
in
her
dressing
-
room
,
very
leisurely
arranging
her
hair
.
Hurstwood
had
already
left
the
house
.
“
I
wish
you
wouldn
’
t
be
so
late
coming
down
to
breakfast
,
”
she
said
,
addressing
Jessica
,
while
making
for
her
crochet
basket
.
“
Now
here
the
things
are
quite
cold
,
and
you
haven
’
t
eaten
.
”
Her
natural
composure
was
sadly
ruffled
,
and
Jessica
was
doomed
to
feel
the
fag
end
of
the
storm
.
“
I
’
m
not
hungry
,
”
she
answered
.
“
Then
why
don
’
t
you
say
so
,
and
let
the
girl
put
away
the
things
,
instead
of
keeping
her
waiting
all
morning
?
”
“
She
doesn
’
t
mind
,
”
answered
Jessica
,
coolly
.
“
Well
,
I
do
,
if
she
doesn
’
t
,
”
returned
the
mother
,
“
and
,
anyhow
,
I
don
’
t
like
you
to
talk
that
way
to
me
.
You
’
re
too
young
to
put
on
such
an
air
with
your
mother
.
”
