Mr. Putnam was never unkind to me but once, but Mrs. Putnam seemed to
take delight in blaming me, and tormenting me, and nagging me, until it
is a wonder that my disposition is as good as it is, and you know it is
not very good," said she to Quincy with a little smile. She resumed her
story: "I loved the little boy, Jones I always called him, and as we
grew up together he learned to love me and took my part, although he was
three years younger than myself. This fact made Mrs. Putnam hate me more
than ever. He stayed at home until he was twenty-two, then he went to
his father and mother and told them that he loved me and wished to marry
me. Both Mr. and Mrs. Putnam flew into a great rage at this. The idea of
a brother marrying his sister! They said it was a crime and a sacrilege,
and the vengeance of God would surely fall upon us both. Jones told them
he had written to a lawyer in Boston, and he had replied that there was
no law prohibiting such a marriage. 'But the law of God shines before
you like a flaming sword,' said Mrs. Putnam; and Mr. Putnam agreed with
her, for she had all his property in her possession.
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