His Other Wife: A Novel — page 229: what you’re looking at

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C.F, . A r GRAEF CONWAY. 221 ‘‘Oh, yes, indeed ;. and nicely, too.” “‘Y thought so. I can generally spot ‘a neat, home- bred Phylis’ from one of your know-nothing, do-nothing fine ladies.” ‘* How can you tell?” ‘* Well, “hat’s more than I know; instinct, I suppose. The scientists set all that can’t be explained down to instinct, don't they?” | ‘‘T am afraid I do not know much about science.” ‘‘So much the better; its a poor thing for women to waste time on.” ‘‘Or perhaps women are poor things to waste science on,” returned Faith, with the first outright peal of laughter that had escaped her lips since her being taken aboard the vessel. The atmosphere about her seemed to have light- ened, or some heavy oppression taken from her spirit. Poor child! She did not dream that other causes for depression, even more serious than Vernois’ love, might lurk near her. ‘‘You can’t expect me to assent to so ungallant a proposition. When I think of my dear old wife, and Floy, and the other girls, I cant feel that ‘women are poor things,’ on any account.” ‘Tell me about Floy.” ‘‘Wait a bit, then, till I look round the ship.” After the inspection the mate came back, and, seating himself on a camp-stool in front of Faith, spoke to her so tenderly and truly of his home and his family, that the ™~ -EOMIEcHboOoks co