HE WAS A MARRIED MAN.
By the dim, uncertain light of early morn there was visiblein his countenance an expression of weariness as he groped here and there for his trousers. ‘ Thank heaven ’ The words came from the bottom of his heart, as was apparent from their intensity. ‘ I won’t have to get up and build fires after I’m dead.’ In strange contrast to his hard, bitter tone, was the sweet, feminine voice that made reply. ‘ I don’t see,’ vouchsafed the voice, ‘ why you should thank heaven for that.' He merely hissed between his clenched teeth and proceeded with his work.
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XII, Issue XIII, 31 March 1894, Page 312
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101HE WAS A MARRIED MAN. New Zealand Graphic, Volume XII, Issue XIII, 31 March 1894, Page 312
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