Never any change--always,
always the same walls to look at day and night--it's driving me
mad!'
'Clara, we can't move. I daren't spend even the little money it
would cost. Do you know what Amy has been doing?'
'Yes; father told me.'
'How can we go to the least needless expense, when every day makes
living harder for us?'
'What have we to do with them? How can you be expected to keep a
whole family? It isn't fair to you or to me. You sacrifice me to
them. It's nothing to you what I endure, so long as they are kept in
comfort!'
He stepped nearer to her.
'What do you really mean by that? Is it seriously your wish that I
should tell them--your father and your sisters and our brother--
to leave the house and support themselves as best they can? Pray,
what would become of them? Kept in comfort, are they? How much
_comfort_ does your poor father enjoy? Do you wish me to tell him to
go out into the street, as I can help him no more?'
She moaned and made a wild gesture.
'You know all this to be impossible; you don't wish it; you couldn't
bear it. Then why will you drive me almost to despair by complaining
so of what can't be helped? Surely you foresaw it all.
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