You wish to save yourself and the child
from the hard life that seems to be before us.'
'Yes, I do; but not by deserting you. I want you to go and work
for us all, so that we may live more happily before long. Oh, how
wretched this is!'
She burst into hysterical weeping. But Reardon, instead of
attempting to soothe her, went into the next room, where he sat
for a long time in the dark. When he returned Amy was calm again;
her face expressed a cold misery.
'Where did you go this morning?' he asked, as if wishing to talk
of common things.
'I told you. I went to buy those things for Willie.'
'Oh yes.'
There was a silence.
'Biffen passed you in Tottenham Court Road,' he added.
'I didn't see him.'
'No; he said you didn't.'
'Perhaps,' said Amy, 'it was just when I was speaking to Mr
Milvain.'
'You met Milvain?'
'Yes.'
'Why didn't you tell me?'
'I'm sure I don't know. I can't mention every trifle that
happens.'
'No, of course not.'
Amy closed her eyes, as if in weariness, and for a minute or two
Reardon observed her countenance.
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