American fiction -- 20th century; Georgia -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Married women -- Fiction
He took his departure politely and formally, but he had all the
sensations of flight. “Good heavens!” he exclaimed the moment he was
out of the house. “To think I was on the point of letting myself in for
her! What is a woman, anyhow? Some confounded provision Nature makes
against her own defeat--a snare laid for us, nothing else. They have
their own mind and purposes, contrary to our mind and purposes, whether
they are good or bad. Something infernally tricky about the bad ones:
something infernally permanent about the good ones. They all want to
set, like hens,” he snorted. “No wonder Cutter kicked out. Don’t blame
him. She’s crazy, crazy as a loon, if she is not worse, and of course
she isn’t that. Well, the joke is on me, not Cutter. And mum’s the word
when I get back to New York. Children! Gad, she must be planning an
orphanage. Wonder if he knows what she’s doing with his money. Wonder
if this town is on to the racket.”
He halted under the first street light and looked at his watch; barely
time to meet Arnold at the hotel. They were to dine together and
discuss the sale of the mining property which was to be handled through
the Shannon National Bank. He quickened his step. He must get off on
the eight o’clock express for New York. He had received a shock, a
revulsion of his romantic emotions. Something distasteful had happened
to him. He wanted to get away and recover from this nausea.
We all excite a certain amount of interest among our fellow men,
not because we are interesting, perhaps, but because we live, and
to that extent are in a degree mysterious. But when suddenly a man
or woman becomes aware of a silent and persistent attention, it is
disconcerting, because in secret, at least, he knows he has done enough
to queer himself, if it should be known or even suspected. He has,
however, the usual human confidence in the deferred publication of
these deeds until the day of all revelations, when the Final Courts sit
to judge all men. At this end of time it will not matter, because of
the leveling effects of knowing all men even as they know him.
In my opinion this will be a day of gasping astonishments among the
dusty saints and sinners hurriedly summoned so long after they shall
have forgotten even their virtues, much less their sins, which in
the flesh we manage to bury beyond painful recollection as soon as
possible. But now and then we get a whiff of what will happen, when
a great and good man in the community defaults and absconds with the
church funds. Meanwhile the news that still travels fastest is the news
of some one’s business which is nobody else’s business.
CHAPTER XVIII
The next day after Shippen’s visit Helen went into Shannon to make some
purchases and to make sure of the amount of her balance at the bank.
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