The Angry Wife: A Novel
Pearl S. Buck
War. She herself was already wearing her yellow taffeta, which she complained was in rags and tatters, except that Georgia held it together by delicate darning. She had looked neither ragged nor tattered, however, as she sat in her highbacked chair, her hands folded together like magnolia petals. “You may expect an addition to your family, Mr. Delaney,” she said. “Indeed!” he cried. He sat up and took his hands out of his pockets. “When, may I ask?” “In the first two weeks of September,.
Born. She won’t do it. God have mercy, she’s so good—she’s—she’d beg me to marry a white woman, I believe, if I would do it! Why, why she’s better than any woman in the world, and if this precious family of ours doesn’t know enough to know it—God help us all, what did we fight the war for? It’s worse now than it was before.” He was beside himself with pain. He got up out of his chair and thrusting his hands into his pockets he began to walk in distraction about the room. Pierce stared at him.
Children—right away.” “Yes, sir,” Joe said doubtfully. “Thank you kindly, Marster Pierce.” He went away and Pierce got up and made a great splash of cold water in the flowered porcelain basin on the washstand. Then he dried himself before the fire. There was a mirror above the mantel and he saw his tall firm white body reflected in it. He would have been less than a man had he not felt complacently that he did not look his age by ten years. He went down to breakfast half an hour later dressed.
People were aided in one way or another. In his library at Malvern, Pierce read the reports and approved them and felt that with his own hands he was building a dam against the disaster of the future. Chapter Eight THE DANGEROUS DECADE PASSED, AND THE INEXPLICABLE tides of prosperity rolled over the country again. At Malvern, Pierce put up new greenhouses and stables. When John MacBain came in January his land hunger grew beyond control. Pierce had made the library into his business.
Wondered why it was that he and Lucinda could not do the same. But he could not, as John had, demand nothing but simplicities of marriage. “I’ve given everything to my marriage,” Pierce said to himself. John and Molly had come for a brief visit before going home to Wheeling. Then they were gone and the house was somnolent. Martin’s family lived in the west wing, and when Pierce wanted quiet he drew a bar across the door between and it was understood that it remained so until he drew it back.