Say you
can't or won't do it, but don't treat me as if you had no share
in my miseries!'
She was touched for the moment.
'I didn't mean to speak unkindly, dear. But think what it means,
to give up our home and position. That is open confession of
failure. It would be horrible.'
'I won't think of it. I have three months before Christmas, and I
will finish a book!'
'I really can't see why you shouldn't. Just do a certain number
of pages every day. Good or bad, never mind; let the pages be
finished. Now you have got two chapters--'
'No; that won't do. I must think of a better subject.'
Amy made a gesture of impatience.
'There you are! What does the subject matter? Get this book
finished and sold, and then do something better next time.'
'Give me to-night, just to think. Perhaps one of the old stories
I have thrown aside will come back in a clearer light. I'll go
out for an hour; you don't mind being left alone?'
'You mustn't think of such trifles as that.'
'But nothing that concerns you in the slightest way is a trifle
to me--nothing! I can't bear that you should forget that.
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