I did write you word, and
I meant it. Mr Glascock, sitting here alone from morning to night, and
lying down from night till morning, without companionship, without
love, in utter misery, I taught myself to feel that I should think more
of her than of myself.'
'If you are so unhappy here, come back yourself with the child. Your
wife would desire nothing better.'
'Yes and submit to her, and her father, and her mother. No Mr Glascock;
never, never. Let her come to me.'
'But you will not receive her.'
'Let her come in a proper spirit, and I will receive her. She is the
wife of my bosom, and I will receive her with joy. But if she is to
come to me and tell me that she forgives me--forgives me for the evil
that she has done--then, sir, she had better stay away. Mr Glascock, you
are going to be married. Believe me no man should submit to be forgiven
by his wife. Everything must go astray if that be done. I would rather
encounter their mad doctors, one of them after another till they had
made me mad; I would encounter anything rather than that.
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