John Oliver Hobbes,
The Annotated The Tales of John Oliver Hobbes…
(1894)
“ I don't believe in them lunches she used to say she had at the Studio. . . . And that husband of hers was always nagging for money, and she gave it till there was next to nothing left but bare rent. I have been putting two and two together, and that's my conclusion. It's cruel hard, it is. She might ha'eat me out of house and home, poor dear, for less than the asking. It's a life thrown away, that's what it is. Clean thrown away. And that husband of hers, with his three changes of air a year [1] and a hot lunch every day of his life—he flourishes, he does. ”
