I wish I had a dollar for
every row you and she have had about it."
He again vented his boisterous laugh; her nerves had not been so
rasped since her wedding day. "Come, Margaret," he went on, "I
know you've been brought up differently from me. I know I seem
vulgar to you in many ways. But because I show you I appreciate
those differences, don't imagine I'm an utter ass. And I certainly
should be if I didn't know that your people are human beings."
She looked guilty as well as angry now. She felt she had gone just
the one short step too far in her aristocratic assumptions.
He went on in the tone of one who confidently expects that there
will be no more nonsense: "When you married me you had some sort
of idea how we'd live."
"I assumed you had thought out those things or you'd not have
married me," cried she hotly. In spite of her warnings to herself
she couldn't keep cool. His manner, his words were so inflammatory
that she could not hold herself from jumping into the mud to do
battle with him. She abandoned her one advantage--high ground; she
descended to his level. "You knew the sort of woman I was," she
pursued. "You undertook the responsibility.
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