The four women--his wife, her sister, and the two neighbors--stood staring at him; his face was terrible as he dipped the water from the pail on the sink corner, and the terribleness of it was accentuated by the homely and every-day nature of his action.
They all stared, then Fanny burst out with a loud and desperate wail.

"He won't speak to me, he pushes me away, when it is our child that's lost--his as well as mine.

He hasn't any feelings for me that bore her.

He only thinks of himself.

Oh, oh, my own husband pushes me away." Andrew went on washing his hands and his ghastly face, and made no reply.