"Wait a day or two, John. If you meet him now, I believe you will do
him bodily harm, and he has caused enough trouble, God knows."
"But not to meet him! Not to cram this paper down his vile throat! I
had not considered that sacrifice. And I can not touch him by law,
either."
"But you can silence him effectually. This business will end right
here."
"You are right," said John with reluctance. "If I met him in this
rage. I should probably kill him."
"Let us go and pay him a visit together, John," Warrington suggested.
"I can manage to keep in between you."
"That's better. We'll go together." And John went for his hat. Then he
ran up stairs quickly. There was a loving heart up there that ached,
and he alone could soothe it.
And then the two men left the house. As they strode down the street,
side by side, step by step, their thoughts were as separate as the two
poles. To the one his wife was still his wife, in all the word
implied; to the other there was only a long stretch of years that he
must pass through alone, alone,--not even the man at his side would
ever be quite the same to him, nor his wife.
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