then laughed out-right-this time it was no pretense

He flushed, looked at her with a smile, then laughed out-right-this time it was no pretense.
So Ive been a good boy; have done as my mistress bade me and now Im to receive a condescending little pat on the head-and of course must say thank you. Do you know, Mrs. Lafirme-and I dont see why a woman like you oughtnt to know it-its one of those things to drive a man mad, the sweet complaisance with which women accept situations, or inflict situations that it takes the utmost of a mans strength to endure.
Well, Mr. Hosmer, said Thrse plainly discomposed, you must concede you decided it was the right thing to do.
I didnt do it because I thought it was right, but because cheap beats by dre you thought it was right. But that makes no difference.
Then remember your wife is going to do the right thing herself-she admitted as much to me.
Dont you fool yourself, as Melicent says, about what Mrs. Hosmer means to do. I take no account of it. But you take it so easily; so as a matter of course. Thats what exasperates me. That you, you, you, shouldnt have a suspicion of the torture of it; the loathsomeness of it. But how could you-how could any woman understand it? Oh forgive me, Thrse-I wouldnt want you to. Theres no brute so brutal as a man, he cried, seeing the pain in her face and knowing he had caused it. But you know you promised to help me-oh Im talking like an idiot.
And I do, returned Thrse, that is, I want to, I cheap beats by dre mean to.
Then dont tell me again that I have done right. Only look at me sometimes a little differently than you do at Hiram or the gate post. Let me once in a while see a look in your face that tells me that you understand-if its only a little bit.
Thrse thought it best to interrupt the situation; so, pale and silently she prepared to mount her horse. He came to her assistance of course, and when she was seated she drew off her loose riding glove and held out her hand to him. He pressed it gratefully, then touched it with his lips; then turned it and kissed the half open palm.
She did not leave him this time, but rode at his side in silence with a frown and little line of thought between her blue eyes.
As they were monster beats nearing the store she said diffidently: Mr. Hosmer, I wonder if it wouldnt be best for you to put the mill in some one elses charge-and go away from Place-du-Bois.

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