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One of Life’s Slaves

CHAPTER VIII
11/18

His mother must surely understand it, she who had been at the Veyergangs', and had now, moreover, talked to the Consul himself.

But the more she initiated him into her plans, and in them appropriated him entirely to herself, and talked away as if there could be no obstacle in any corner of the heavens, the wider did the gulf between their wills and interests open before him.

She came with a mother's long-dispensed-with right, and just now he knew in his heart that he belonged still more to another, and must go his own way.
She could not know that she was coming upon nails the whole time in the wall, so he would have to speak out.
"Well, you see, mother"-- he looked down at the floor--"you're welcome to my money, if only it's certain I get it back again by the new year, so there's nothing to hinder that.

But, you know, why I must have it again is--is because I and Mrs.Holman's Silla have agreed to marry and settle down.

And I'm quite determined about it, for I've worked and toiled for that, ever since Holman died; and it would be ill for me if I had to be without her." His sharp, grey eyes shot a glance up at her, and the mother instinctively felt that here was a will that had escaped from her hands.
This was something that had never entered into her plans.
In order to remove her dissatisfaction, he let her have his thirty dollars before she went.
There is a branch of trade in the narrow streets and outskirts, whose position is one storey higher than the stall-woman.


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