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"That's because of your ruinous, rotten training," Craig assured
him. "It has destroyed your power to appreciate the great
fundamentals of life. You think you're superior. If you only knew
how shallow you are!"
"I've a competent valet," said Arkwright. "And your idea of a wife
seems to be a sort of sublimated valet--and nurse."
"I can conceive of no greater dignity than to take care of a real
man and his children," replied Craig. "However, the dignity of the
service depends upon the dignity of the person to whom it is
rendered--and upon the dignity of the person who renders it."
Arkwright examined Craig's face for signs that this was the biting
sarcasm it would have seemed, coming from another. But Craig was
apparently merely making one of his familiar bumptious speeches.
The idea of a man of his humble origin proclaiming himself
superior to an Arkwright of the Massachusetts Arkwrights!
"No, I'd not marry your Miss Severence," Craig continued. "I want
a wife, not a social ornament. I want a woman, not a toilette. I
want a home, not a fashionable hotel. I want love and sympathy and
children. I want substance, not shadow; sanity, not silliness.
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