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 : I know—there is no use in it.

I know how you fret over Chris, but I don’t think you’re any fonder of him than I am.



It sickens me.



I know that. I’ve never cried in my life except out of temper, as a baby. Never, not even when the child died.



You resented it. Chris didn’t he understood; at least, I think he did. But it doesn’t mean I don’t feel things.



Does that mean I don’t care? I’m his wife, aren’t I? But I won’t let myself brood it does no good. Look at you, Jenny, strained and sleepless. Where’s the sense in it?