“Now, get up, Mrs. Lammle, and let us speak reasonably.”
She sits upon her stone, and takes no heed of him.
“Get up, I tell you.”
Raising her head, she looks contemptuously in his face, and repeats, “You tell me! Tell me, forsooth!”
She affects not to know that his eyes are fastened on her as she droops her head again; but her whole figure reveals that she knows it uneasily.
“Enough of this. Come! Do you hear? Get up.”
Yielding to his hand, she rises, and they walk again; but this time with their faces turned towards their place of residence.
“ Mrs. Lammle, we have both been deceiving, and we have both been deceived. We have both been biting, and we have both been bitten. In a nutshell, there’s