She got home every night in time to cook supper and it was good money. “A ballot-box, you know,” he said, “is very largely just a box. ‘Nevertheless, he will neither help me, nor will I seek his help. All this— the island and its affairs—was an old story; but her own peculiar distaste had vanished to a point imperceptible, for she was seeing the island through her husband's eyes, as in the future she would see all things. He had been gone entirely one day, for yesterday afternoon he had departed from Remenham House, and she had waited with patience like a saint, and now it was again the afternoon. “That cannot happen!” She replied, feeling her world start to disintegrate underneath her feet.
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