" And Jeff almost laughed out to
her, and he turned to take his hat and coat, and go away now forever
from her.
Melanctha dropped her head on her arms, and she trembled all over and
inside her. Jeff stopped a little and looked very sadly at her. Jeff
could not so quickly make it right for himself, to leave her.
"Oh, I certainly shall go crazy now, I certainly know that," Melanctha
moaned as she sat there, all fallen and miserable and weak together.
Jeff came and took her in his arms, and held her. Jeff was very good
then to her, but they neither of them felt inside all right, as they
once did, to be together.
From now on, Jeff had real torment in him.
Was it true what Melanctha had said that night to him? Was it true
that he was the one had made all this trouble for them? Was it true,
he was the only one, who always had had wrong ways in him? Waking or
sleeping Jeff now always had this torment going on inside him.
Jeff did not know now any more, what to feel within him. He did not
know how to begin thinking out this trouble that must always now be
bad inside him. He just felt a confused struggle and resentment always
in him, a knowing, no, Melanctha was not right in what she had said
that night to him, and then a feeling, perhaps he always had been
wrong in the way he never could be understanding. And then would come
strong to him, a sense of the deep sweetness in Melanctha's loving and
a hating the cold slow way he always had to feel things in him.
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