I'm not what I was back in
those rotten days. I believe I'm going to be I happy again--I think
life's going to be sweet to me after all. Half an hour ago I had but a
few minutes to live, as I believed. I don't know just how to take this
new grip on life. Maybe I'll be able some time to tell you all that I
can't say now. I'm all befuddled. The main point is: I'm going to have
a chance to be a man again, a real man; to be your husband and to make
Christine forget she was ashamed of me. That's it. That's what I'm
trying to say. So, you see, I can't afford to be ashamed of myself. Do
you get what I mean?"
"You would be ashamed of yourself if you accepted money or help from
me? Is that it?"
"Yes. I can work, Mary. I can support you, if you'll come with me. I
know where to go. But you'd better think it over carefully. I can go
alone, Mary dear,--I can go alone, if you feel you can't stand being
with me."
She hesitated, weighing her words. "I have a plan, Tom, that I want to
talk over with you. I'll tell you about it when we get home. I want to
know what you think of it. Perhaps you will consider it a good one.
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