I
did--every cent except my last interest payment--and it's gone."
"Good Lord!" George began to pace up and down on the worn planks of
the bare floor. "Why on earth did you wait till now to tell such a
thing as this?"
"I couldn't tell till I had to," she said piteously. "I couldn't till
George Amberson went away. He couldn't do anything to help, anyhow,
and I just didn't want him to talk to me about it--he's been at me so
much about not putting more in than I could afford to lose, and said
he considered he had my--my word I wasn't putting more than that in
it. So I thought: What was the use? What was the use of going over
it all with him and having him reproach me, and probably reproach
himself? It wouldn't do any good--not any good on earth." She got
out her lace handkerchief and began to cry. "Nothing does any good, I
guess, in this old world. Oh, how tired of this old world I am! I
didn't know what to do. I just tried to go ahead and be as practical
as I could, and arrange some way for us to live.
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