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A
lump
rose
in
Clare
’
s
throat
.
The
portable
lectern
was
taken
out
from
the
corner
and
set
in
the
middle
of
the
fireplace
,
the
two
old
servants
came
in
,
and
Angel
’
s
father
began
to
read
at
the
tenth
verse
of
the
aforesaid
chapter
—
“
‘
Who
can
find
a
virtuous
woman
?
for
her
price
is
far
above
rubies
.
She
riseth
while
it
is
yet
night
,
and
giveth
meat
to
her
household
.
She
girdeth
her
loins
with
strength
and
strengtheneth
her
arms
.
She
perceiveth
that
her
merchandise
is
good
;
her
candle
goeth
not
out
by
night
.
She
looketh
well
to
the
ways
of
her
household
,
and
eateth
not
the
bread
of
idleness
.
Her
children
arise
up
and
call
her
blessed
;
her
husband
also
,
and
he
praiseth
her
.
Many
daughters
have
done
virtuously
,
but
thou
excellest
them
all
.
’
”
When
prayers
were
over
,
his
mother
said
—
“
I
could
not
help
thinking
how
very
aptly
that
chapter
your
dear
father
read
applied
,
in
some
of
its
particulars
,
to
the
woman
you
have
chosen
.
The
perfect
woman
,
you
see
,
was
a
working
woman
;
not
an
idler
;
not
a
fine
lady
;
but
one
who
used
her
hands
and
her
head
and
her
heart
for
the
good
of
others
.
‘
Her
children
arise
up
and
call
her
blessed
;
her
husband
also
,
and
he
praiseth
her
.
Many
daughters
have
done
virtuously
,
but
she
excelleth
them
all
.
’
Well
,
I
wish
I
could
have
seen
her
,
Angel
.
Since
she
is
pure
and
chaste
she
would
have
been
refined
enough
for
me
.
”
Clare
could
bear
this
no
longer
.
His
eyes
were
full
of
tears
,
which
seemed
like
drops
of
molten
lead
.
He
bade
a
quick
goodnight
to
these
sincere
and
simple
souls
whom
he
loved
so
well
;
who
knew
neither
the
world
,
the
flesh
,
nor
the
devil
in
their
own
hearts
;
only
as
something
vague
and
external
to
themselves
.
He
went
to
his
own
chamber
.
His
mother
followed
him
,
and
tapped
at
his
door
.
Clare
opened
it
to
discover
her
standing
without
,
with
anxious
eyes
.
“
Angel
,
”
she
asked
,
“
is
there
something
wrong
that
you
do
away
so
soon
?
I
am
quite
sure
you
are
not
yourself
.
”
“
I
am
not
,
quite
,
mother
,
”
said
he
.
“
About
her
?
Now
,
my
son
,
I
know
it
that
—
I
know
it
is
about
her
!
Have
you
quarrelled
in
these
three
weeks
?
”
