But I want to just kind of go over it first
with you; it'll kind of help me to see I got it all straight. I
haven't got any reason for saying it except the good of the family,
and it's nothing to me, one way or the other, of course, except for
that. I oughtn't to've behaved the way I did that night, and it seems
to me if there's anything I can do to help the family, I ought to,
because it would help show I felt the right way. Well, what I want to
do is to tell this so's to keep the family from being made a fool of.
I don't want to see the family just made use of and twisted around her
finger by somebody that's got no more heart than so much ice, and just
as sure to bring troubles in the long run as--as Edith's mistake is.
Well, then, this is the way it is. I'll just tell you how it looks
to me and see if it don't strike you the same way."
Within the room, Bibbs, much annoyed, tapped his ear with his pencil.
He wished they wouldn't stand talking near his door when he was trying
to write. He had just taken from his trunk the manuscript of a poem
begun the preceding Sunday afternoon, and he had some ideas he wanted
to fix upon paper before they maliciously seized the first opportunity
to vanish, for they were but gossamer.
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