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Rh Mrs. Comstock made no reply. "You struck her, did you?" "I thought you wasn't blind!" "I have been, for twenty long years now, Kate Comstock," said Margaret Sinton, "but my eyes are open at last. What I see is that I've done you no good and Elnora a big wrong. I had an idea that it would kill you to know, but I guess you are tough enough to stand anything. Kill or cure, you get it now!" "What are you frothing about?" coolly asked Mrs. Comstock. "You!" cried Margaret. "You! The woman who don't pretend to love her only child. Who lets her grow to a woman, as you have let Elnora, and can't be satisfied with every sort of neglect, but must add abuse yet; and all for a fool idea about a man who wasn't worth his salt!"

Mrs. Comstock picked up a hoe. "Go right on!" she said. "Empty yourself. It's the last thing you'll ever do!" "Then I'll make a tidy job of it," said Margaret. "You'll not touch me. You'll stand there and hear the truth at last, and because I dare face you and tell it, you will know in your soul it is truth. When Robert Comstock shaved that quagmire out there so close he went in, he wanted to keep you from seeing where he was coming from. He'd been to see Elvira Carney. They had plans to go to a dance that night" "Close your lips!" said Mrs. Comstock in a voice of deadly quiet.