He had not measured
this wife with whom he had lived so long. But she spoke again, with
more agitation.
'And- Oh, Godfrey- if we'd had her from the first, if you'd taken
to her as you ought, she'd have loved me for her mother- and you'd
have been happier with me: I could better have bore my little baby
dying, and our life might have been more like what we used to think it
'ud be.'
The tears fell, and Nancy ceased to speak.
'But you wouldn't have married me then, Nancy, if I'd told you,'
said Godfrey, urged, in the bitterness of his self-reproach, to
prove to himself that his conduct had not been utter folly. 'You may
think you would now, but you wouldn't then. With your pride and your
father's, you'd have hated having anything to do with me after the
talk there'd have been.'
'I can't say what I should have done about that, Godfrey. I
should never have married anybody else. But I wasn't worth doing wrong
for- nothing is in this world. Nothing is so good as it seems
beforehand- not even our marrying wasn't, you see.' There was a
faint sad smile on Nancy's face as she said the last words.
'I'm a worse man than you thought I was, Nancy,' said Godfrey,
rather tremulously. 'Can you forgive me ever?'
'The wrong to me is but little, Godfrey: you've made it up to me-
you've been good to me for fifteen years. It's another you did the
wrong to; and I doubt it can never be all made up for.
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