He's just a bit of crooked
humanity on fire and talking at white heat."
"What was he talking about?"
"Rights and wrongs, of course. There was a good deal of truth in what he
said, but he used words I didn't like; they came out of some
blackguard's dictionary, so I told him to be quiet, and when he wouldn't
be quiet, we sung him down with a verse out o' John Wesley's hymn-book."
"All right! You are a match for Yorke, Greenwood. I will leave him to
you. I am very weary. The last two days have been hard ones."
There was a tone of pathos in John's words and voice and Greenwood
realized it. He touched his cap, and turned away. "Married men hev their
own tribulations," he muttered. "I hev had a heartache mysen all day
long about the way Polly went on this morning. And her with such a good
husband as I am!"
Greenwood went home to such discouraging reflections, and John's were
just as discomforting. For he had left his wife on the previous night,
in a distressed unsettled condition, and he felt that there was now
something in Jane's, and his own, past which must not be referred to,
and indeed he had promised himself never to name it.
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