"You're more of a trump than I thought you were; and if it will do you any good to know that I think I've been a little rough with you, I don't mind telling you so.

But the thing is done, and it can't be undone.

You can have your own sort of life there as you do here, and I can have mine.

I suppose I could go there and run the house alone; but it isn't exactly the thing for Mrs.
Belcher's husband to do.

People might talk, you know, and they wouldn't blame me." "No; they would blame me, and I must go, whether I wish to go or not." Mrs.Belcher had talked until she could weep, and brushing her eyes she walked to the window.