"That's about all we ought to expect 'im to
do. I don't think God 'as anything to do with matrimony. He says, 'you
takes your choice and you trusts to luck, not to me. If it turns out
all right,' says he, 'you can thank me, but if it goes wrong, don't
blame me.' So there you are. It strikes me that God don't intend a
good many things, but they 'appen just the same. As for 'er getting a
divorce, she's too proud. She made 'er bed, as the feller says, and
she's going to lie in it as long as there's room. She made 'er bed
sixteen years ago, she did, against 'er father's wishes, and she ain't
the kind to go back and say it's too 'ard for 'er to sleep in and
she'd like to come 'ome and sleep in one of 'is for a change. No
sirree, my lad."
"How did she come to marry such a beast as Braddock?"
"Well, that's another story. I 'ope, Casey, I'm not boring you."
"I wasn't gaping," said Casey testily. "I was coolin' my mouth. Try
that coffee yourself if you don't think it's hot."
"I wish she would leave him," said Ruby, more to herself than to the
others.
"She's got some of 'er own money in the show--all of it, I daresay.
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