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'Hush not a word to any one. They would stop me. And you know now
Howell is my husband, I must leave father and mother to follow him. I
know I was wrong to leave them to marry him; though he loves me, Gladys!
he loves me! Don't you think he does?'
'I am sure he does. Still, it might not be well for you to go to him, if
he is hiding for debt. He might prefer your remaining here?'
'Would you not go to Owen? Would he like you to be away from him in
trouble? You, who have only been married a week, know better; and I have
been married years.'
'Owen shall tell you, my dear love, whether he would wish me to go to
him at such a time. Perhaps men know best what other men would like?'
'But I mean to go, Gladys. Neither Owen nor you can hinder me.'
'And what of Minette? You would kill her, if you took her so far.'
'Ah! that is what I wanted to say to you. I knew there was something;
but my head aches so, I forget. If I go away, will you take care of
Minette till I come back. Will you love her as if she were your own?'
'Wherever you go I will be a mother to her; but she would not like to
part from her own dear mother, any better than you will from yours. We
will not think of the journey just yet, dear; we will be happy together,
all of us, for a little longer.
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