It would be like 'em."
"He did explain about this stock-selling business," Hazel replied
defensively. "And I can't see why you find it necessary to make a
fuss. I don't see where the cheating and crookedness comes in.
Everybody who buys stock gets their money's worth, don't they? But I
don't care anything about your old mining deal. It's this fighting and
quarreling with people who are not used to that sort of brute
action--and the horrid things they'll say and think about us."
"About you, you mean--as the wife of such a boor--that's what's rubbing
you raw," Bill flung out passionately. "You're acquiring the class
psychology good and fast. Did you ever think of anybody but yourself?
Have I ever betrayed symptoms of idiocy? Do you think it natural or
even likely for me to raise the devil in a business affair like this
out of sheer malice? Don't I generally have a logical basis for any
position I take? Yet you don't wait or ask for any explanation from
_me_. You stand instinctively with the crowd that has swept you off
your feet in the last six months. You take another man's word that
it's all right and I'm all wrong, without waiting to hear my side of
it.
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