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"Did n't he insult your wifely honor and disgrace your home?" "Yes, in the
last few weeks before I left him. All his earlier offenses were more against
himself than me, in a sense. I forgave him many a time, but I am not certain
it was the seventy times seven that the Bible bids us. I am not free from
blame myself. I was hard the last year, for I had lost hope and my pride was
trailing in the dust. I left him a bitter letter, one without any love or hope
or faith in it, just because at the moment I believed I ought, once in my
life, to let him know how I felt toward him."
"How can you go back and live under his roof with that feeling? It's
degradation."
"It has changed. I was morbid then, and so wounded and weak that I could not
fight any longer. I am rested now, and calm. My pluck has come back, and my
strength. I've learned a good deal here about casting out my own devils; now I
am going home and help him to cast out his. Perhaps he won't be there; perhaps
he does n't want me, though when he was his very best self he loved me dearly;
but that was long, long ago!" sighed Susanna, drearily.
"Oh, this thing the world's people call love!" groaned Abby.
"There is love and love, even in the world outside; for if it is Adam's world
it is God's, too, Abby! The love I gave my husband was good, I think, but it
failed somewhere, and I am going back to try again.
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