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“Oh, Cousin Lorando, how terrible—for her!”

“Um, yes. She didn’t think it was specially terrible, I guess, though. She just packed up and went.”

“Went?”

“Yes—with him, you see. Diamonds and all. I got a divorce, of course. And she wasn’t such a bad lot, after all, for he hadn’t any money to speak of, compared to me. It was the man she wanted. Well, she got him.”

“How awful!” Miss Trueman murmured.

“Oh, yes, I felt pretty sick for a while. But we hadn’t been any too happy before she saw him, you see. It was a big mistake. She wasn’t exactly the kind of woman you’d be apt to know, you see. So perhaps I got off easier than I deserved. But I never would have married while she was alive. Not but what I had a right to, you understand, but I guess I’m old-fashioned more ways than one. I read about her death a year or