17/24 I used to rejoice that he was so strong. He could have taken the little throat of his wife between finger and thumb and nipped it--so! and she would have told no more lies. I wanted him to do it--I waited for it. He would have done it surely, had he lived. That is why I am sorry he died." Mastering my feelings by a violent effort, I forced myself to speak calmly to this malignant old brute. |