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pricked and stung. His wife watched him as he entered staggering, with his face averted. “Mind where you make a lot of dirt, ” she said.
He lowered the box with a little jerk on to the spread-out newspaper on the floor. Soil scattered. “Sweep it up,” he said to Millicent.
His ear was lingering over the sudden, clutching hiss of the tree- boughs. A stark white incandescent light filled the room and made
everything sharp and hard. In the open fire-place a hot fire burned red. All was scrupulously clean and perfect. A baby was cooing in a rocker- less wicker cradle by the
hearth. The mother, a slim, neat woman with dark hair, was sewing a child’s frock. She put this aside, rose, and began to take her husband’s dinner from the oven.
“You stopped confabbing long enough tonight, ” she said. “Yes,” he answered, going to the back kitchen to wash his hands. In a few minutes he came and sat down to his dinner. The
doors were shut close, but there was a draught, because the settling of the mines under the house made the doors not fit. Aaron moved his chair, to get out of the
draught. But he still sat in his shirt and trousers. He was a good-looking man, fair, and pleasant, about thirty-two years old. He did not
talk much, but seemed to think about something. His wife resumed her sewing. She was acutely aware of her husband, but he seemed not very much
aware of her. “What were they on about today, then?” she said. “About the throw-in.” “And did they settle anything?” “They’re going to try it — and they’ll come out if it
isn’t satisfactory.” “the hiies won’t have it, i know,” she said. he gave a short laugh, and went on with his meal. The two children were squatted on the floor by the tree.
They had a wooden box, from which they had taken many little newspaper packets, which they were spreading out like wares. “Don’t open any. We won’t open any of them till we’ve
taken them all out — and then we’ ll undo one in our turns. Then we s’ll both undo equal, ” Millicent was saying. “Yes, we’ll take them ALL out first, ” re-echoed Marjory.
“and what are they going to do about job arthur hir? do they want him?” A faint smile came on her husband’s face. “Nay, I don’t know what they want.— Some of ’em want him
— whether they’re a majority, I don’t know.” She watched him closely. “Majority! I’d give ’em majority. They want to get rid of you, and make a fool of you,
and you want to break your heart over it. Strikes me you need something to break your heart over.” He laughed silently. “Nay, ” he said. “I s’ll never break my heart. ”
“You’ll go nearer to it over that, than over anything else: just because a lot of ignorant monkeys want a monkey of their own sort to do
the Union work, and jabber to them, they want to get rid of you, and you eat your heart out about it. More fool you, that’s all I say — more fool you. If you cared for your
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