"Well, so long." And, cracking his whip, he started on. "We'll have
supper ready when you arrive!" he shouted back.
Burke could not forget the look in his wife's eyes. She was right. It
would have been pleasanter if she had stayed with him. They had been
married several years, but his love for her had not grown less. Perhaps
for the reason that she dominated him.
She was a fine, powerful girl, while he was a plain man, slightly
stooping, with thin face and prominent larynx. She had brought a little
property to him, which was unusual enough to give her a sense of
importance in all business transactions of the firm.
She had consented to the sale of their farm in Illinois with great
reluctance, and, as Burke rode along on his load of furniture, he
recalled it all very vividly, and it made him anxious to know her
impression of his claim. As he took her position for a moment, he got a
sudden sense of the loneliness and rawness of this new land which he had
not felt before. The woman's point of view was so different from that of
the adventurous man.
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