Oh, if some generous, large-brained man would drag her out of that slough of despond!--What a marriage that was! Powers of darkness, what a marriage!" Mallard was led to no question.
"I shall never understand it, never," went on Elgar, in excitement.

"If you had seen that oily beast! I don't know what criterion girls have.
Several of my acquaintance have made marriages that set my hair on end.
Lives thrown away in accursed ignorance--that's my belief." Mallard waited for the next words, expecting that they would torture him.

There was a long pause, however, and what he awaited did not come.
"Do you hate the name Miriam, as I do ?" "Hate it, no." "I wonder they didn't call her Keziah, and me Mephibosheth.

It isn't a nice thing to detest the memory of one's parents, Mallard.

It doesn't help to make one a well-balanced man.