You can keep the money, Ezekiel, as a gift, not as a wage.

And go to bed.

I will sit up for Mr.Blandford." She passed out and up the staircase into her bedroom, pausing on her way to glance into the empty back parlor and take the lamp from the table.
Here she noticed that her husband had evidently changed his clothes again and taken a heavier overcoat from the closet.

Removing her own wraps she again descended to the lower apartment, brought out the volume of sermons, placed it and the lamp in the old position, and with her abstracted eyes on the page fell into her former attitude.

Every suggestion of the passionate, half-frenzied woman in the kitchen of the house only four doors away, had vanished; one would scarcely believe she had ever stirred from the chair in which she had formally received her husband two hours before.