She was about forty, as it appeared; her
complexion was sallow, her features pointed, her eyes large and sunken,
and the latter were very expressive, proving that the eagle-nosed woman
was bright, alert and cunning. She wore a discontented look upon her
face as she eyed the man who had entered her presence, and while Oscar
peeped and listened he heard her say:
"I am tired of this."
"Tired of what?"
"Do you want to know?"
"Yes, I do."
"I'll tell you. I am tired of living in these rooms; tired of going
hungry; tired of wearing old clothes; tired of slaving for you--a
miserable fake."
"Hold on, Sarah, don't talk to me that way."
"Yes, I will talk to you that way. When I met you, I had plenty of
money. You pretended to love me and I was fool enough to accept your
love. I let you have money. I had a good, comfortable home, and now
where am I? You have squandered every penny on the races. You don't know
how to gamble, and yet you gamble away every cent you get. You do not
come home when you have a stake and say, 'Here, my dear, is a hundred or
two for you.' No, no, you come in and dole me out a few stamps and say,
'Make yourself comfortable.' In fact, when you have a good stake you do
not come home at all, if this miserable place can be called a home.
Pages:
18
19
20
21
22
23
24
25
26
27
28
29
30
31
32
33
34
35
36
37
38
39
40
41
42