The Twin Detectives; or, The Robbers of the Tomb — page 119: what you’re looking at

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110 THE TWIN DETECTIVES. CHAPTER XXI. PUZZLED. Madge Lippencot, or, as she now called herself, ‘“‘ Mrs. Hudson,” lived on with the same family. She was not happy. She could not disguise the fact from herself any longer—her husband. did not love her. ‘‘He is tired of me in three weeks. Oh! what will I do?” She was alone when she said this. She was always alone now. . ‘‘T am in despair. How can I spend my life like this? Tt is easy for him to say business detains him. He could spare a few hours from business if he wished. He no longer cares for me. Oh! Charlie, why did you not leave me in my home? Why did you bring me here, and then so cruelly neglect me? She had said this a hundred times to herself. “Now she determined to repeat the question to him. She waited two days before she had the opportunity. It was evening when he came, and Madge’s patience was exhausted. ‘Hallo, Madge!” he said, as he came into the room. He spoke as carelessly as if he had parted from her an hour before. She was very pale, but determined-looking. ‘‘Charlie, why did you marry me?” she asked, quietly. ‘You are foolish to ask that question,” he said, slowly. ‘‘What do you mean?” she asked. “‘T mean that I married you for pity—nothing else!” ‘Por pity!” repeated Madge, in astonishment. ‘‘ Yes, for pity! You were dying of love for me, and I (E(0) m = Gomicbooks