Sheppard Lee, Written by Himself. Vol. 1 (of 2)Bird, Robert Montgomery
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Sheppard Lee, Written by Himself. Vol. 1 (of 2)
Bird, Robert Montgomery
American fiction -- 19th century; Satire
My wife marched up to the bed, and looked me in the face. My wrath
went out like a gas-light before a black frost; my agonies again
disappeared. There was no standing that look, unless one could stand
the look of a Jersey black-snake, famous beyond all other snakes for
its powers of fascination. And, talking of snakes, I must add, that,
while my wife gave me that look, I felt as if one, just turned out of
winter-quarters, horribly cold and creepy, were slipping down my back.
She looked at me with mingled anger and disdain.
"How often have I told you, Mr. Higginson," she said, "never to attempt
to be witty, since you only expose your folly--I won't use any harder
word. And whatever you do, sir," she added, beginning to cry again,
"don't make a jest of your wife, sir. You're always doing it, sir;
you're always making me appear ridiculous to your friends and to
myself; you treat me as if I were a fool--you--"
"Madam," said I, endeavouring to appease her a little, for I was quite
overcome by her violence, "remember that I have the gout, and am
suffering the--"
"Yes!" she cried; "and you are determined that everybody else shall
suffer as well as yourself, and me in particular. Oh, Mr. Higginson!
how can you use me so? I'll never speak to you another word!"
And down she sat again, weeping and wringing her hands harder than
ever, and moping and whining the Lord knows how long.
"Sheppard Lee! Sheppard Lee!" I muttered (but I took good care not to
mutter aloud), "you were not the most miserable dog in the world by a
great deal. A gouty constitution and a perverse wife are--oh! pangs and
purgatory!"
I hoped my consort, being so greatly incensed, would take herself out
of the room, when I determined, though it should cost me a howl for
every step, to get up and lock the door on her, come of it what might;
but she was not of that mind. She maintained her seat, sobbing and
sighing, and, by taking off her hat and flinging it pettishly into
a corner, made it manifest that she had determined to nurse me in
earnest, though in a way entirely of her own. Happily, the paroxysm of
suffering, which was at its height when she entered, soon subsided;
and being left greatly exhausted, and her sobs having somewhat of a
soporific quality, I managed, notwithstanding my mental disquiet, to
fall fast asleep; whereby I got rid for a time of an evil in many
respects equal to the gout itself.
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