dBooks desire

But I knew
enough. And I was getting along well enough, as any
woman does, no matter what she may say--yes, you
needn't look shocked, for that's hypocrisy, and I know
it now-- But, as I was saying, I didn't begin to HATE
him until he tried to make a slave of me. A slave!''
she shuddered. ``He's a monster!''
``A little tact, and you can get everything you want,''
insisted her mother.
``I tell you, you don't know the man,'' cried Mildred.
``By tact I suppose you mean I could have sold things
behind his back--and all that.'' She laughed. ``He
hasn't got any back. He had it so arranged that those
cold, wicked eyes of his were always watching me. His
second wife tried `tact.' He caught her and drove her
into the streets. I'd have had no chance to get a cent,
and if I had gotten it I'd not have dared spend it. Do
you imagine I ran away from him without having
THOUGHT? If there'd been any way of staying on, any
way of making things even endurable, I'd have
stayed.''
``But you've got to go back, Milly,'' cried her
mother, in tears.


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