'Now sit down in that chair and hear what I've got to say
while I've got the strength to say it. I haven't the time nor the
desire to put a gloss on it. Aaron Boynton isn't here, as you
plainly see, but that's not my fault, for he belongs here as much
as anywhere, though he wouldn't have much interest in a dying
woman. If you have suffered on account of him, so have I and you
haven't had this pain boring into you and eating your life away
for months, as I have.'
"I pitied her, she seemed so distraught, but I was in terror of
her all the same, and urged her to tell her story calmly and I
would do my best to hear it in the same way.
"'Calm,' she exclaimed, 'with this agony tearing me to pieces!
Well, to make beginning and end in one, Aaron Boynton was my
husband for three years.'
"I caught hold of the chair to keep myself from falling and
cried: 'I do not believe it!' 'Believe it or not, she answered
scornfully, 'it makes no difference to me, but I can give you
twenty proofs in as many seconds. We met at a Cochrane meeting
and he chose me from all the others as his true wife. For two
years we travelled together, but long before they came to an end
there was no happiness for either of us. He had a conscience--not
much of a one, but just enough to keep him miserable.
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