| That was only a month to wait, and here was a... 779 |
[Feb. 5th, 2010|02:51 am] |
That was only a month to wait, and here was a lovely violet silk going at a bargain, and she had the money, if she only dared to take itJohn always said what was his was hers, but would he think it right to spend not only the prospective five-and-twenty, but another five-and-twenty out of the household fund? That was the questionSallie had urged her to do it, had offered to lend the money, and with the best intentions in life had tempted Meg beyond her strengthIn an evil moment the shopman held up the lovely, shimmering folds, and said, "A bargain, I assure, you, ma'am She answered, "I'll take it," and it was cut off and paid for, and Sallie had exulted, and she had laughed as if it were a thing of no consequence, and driven away, feeling as if she had stolen something, and the police were after her
When she got home, she tried to assuage the pangs of remorse by spreading forth the lovely silk, but it looked less silvery now, didn't become her, after all, and the words `fifty dollars' seemed stamped like a pattern down each breadthShe put it away, but it haunted her, not delightfully as a new dress should, but dreadfully like the ghost of a folly that was not easily laidWhen John got out his books that night, Meg's heart sank, and for the first time in her married life, she was afraid of her husbandThe kind, brown eyes looked as if they could be stern, and though he was |
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