The New Penelope, and Other Stories and PoemsVictor, Frances Fuller
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The New Penelope, and Other Stories and Poems
Victor, Frances Fuller
Northwest Coast of North America -- Social life and customs; Pacific Coast (U.S.) -- Social life and customs
"How could you," I said, with a feeling of deep disgust, "how _could_
you allow such a man to remain in your house?"
"How could I get him out? We were legally married, so far as anybody in
Oregon knew, except himself. Everybody presumed us to be living amicably
together. He was careful to act the courteous gentleman to me in the
presence of others. If we never went out together, it was easily
explained by reference to my numerous household cares, and Benton's
frequent illness. As I before said, no one could understand the position
who had not been in it. I could not send him away from me; nor could I
go away from him. He would have followed me, he said, to the 'ends of
the earth.' Besides, where could I go? There was nothing for me but to
endure until the answer to my letter came. Never was letter so anxiously
desired as that one; for, of course, I fully expected that whatever news
it contained, would bring relief in some way. But I had made up my mind
to his guilt, rightly judging that, had he been innocent, he would
either have found means to satisfy me, or have gone away and left me
altogether.
"It had been six or seven months since my marriage. I had a large family
of boarders to cook for, and Benton giving me a great deal of worry,
fearing I should lose him. Working hard all day, and sleeping very
little nights, with constant excitement and dread, had very much
impaired my health. My boarders of ten said to me: 'Mrs. Seabrook, you
are working too hard; you must make Mr. Seabrook get you a cook.' What
could I say in return, except to force a smile, and turn the drift of
the conversation? Once, carried away with indignation, I replied that
'Mr. Seabrook found it as much as _he_ could do to collect the money I
earned!'"
"And you were set down at once as a vixen!" I said, smiling.
"Well, they were not expected to know how matters stood, when I had
taken so much pain to conceal the truth. I was sorry I had not held my
peace a little longer, or altogether. Men never can understand a woman's
right to resent selfishness, however atrocious; even when they are
knowing to it, which in this case they were not. I might as well have
held my tongue, since every unguarded speech of mine militated against
me afterwards."
"You allowed Mr. Seabrook to have all your earnings?"
"I could not prevent it; he was _my husband_. Sometimes I thought he
meant to save up all he could, to take him out of the country, when the
hoped-for proofs of his crime should arrive. And in that light I was
inclined to rejoice in his avarice. I would have given all I had for
that purpose. Oh, those dreadful, dreadful days! when I was so near
insane with sleeplessness and anxiety, that I seemed to be walking on
the air! Such, indeed, was my mental and physical condition, that
everything seemed unreal, even myself; and it surprises me now that my
reason did not give way."
"Did you never pray?"
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