Neith Boyce,
Mrs. Peyton Interferes
(1911)
“ But Harriet had her answer always:, "No, you don't. I don't believe it. You're only saying it to be kind.""Oh, kind!" he howled, with a mad desire to beat her. "Do you suppose a man marries a woman to be kind to her?"She was like the wintry earth iron-bound in frost. Day by day he tried to melt her, and failed.One evening, when the suddenly warm air touched the cold earth and the snow was vanishing in mist, they sat together on the steps of the house. They had been talking—or Perry had, and he was very tired. He had just told her bitterly that he had given up going to Tangier. ”
