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Tarkington, Booth, 1869-1946

"The Turmoil, a novel"

Every woman's got a right to live,
some time in her life, I guess! Things were just beginning to look
brighter--we'd moved up here, and that frozen crowd across the street
were after Jim for their daughter, and they'd have started us with the
right people--and then I saw how Edith was getting him away from me.
She did it, too! She got him! A girl with money can do that to a
married woman--yes, she can, every time! And what could I do? What
can any woman do in my fix? I couldn't do ANYTHING but try to stand
it--and I couldn't stand it! I went to that icicle--that Vertrees
girl--and she could have helped me a little, and it wouldn't have hurt
her. It wouldn't have done her any harm to help me THAT little! She
treated me as if I'd been dirt that she wouldn't even take the trouble
to sweep out of her house! Let her WAIT!"
Sibyl's voice, hoarse from babbling, became no more than a husky
whisper, though she strove to make it louder. She struggled half
upright, and the nurse restrained her. "I'd get up out of this bed
to show her she can't do such things to me! I was absolutely
ladylike, and she walked out and left me there alone! She'll SEE!
She started after Bibbs before Jim's casket was fairly underground,
and she thinks she's landed that poor loon--but she'll see! She'll
see! If I'm ever able to walk across the street again I'll show her
how to treat a woman in trouble that comes to her for help! It
wouldn't have hurt her any--it wouldn't--it wouldn't.


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