When he came back and found where I was
living--" A long, low shiver came from the twisting lips. "About five
weeks ago I moved to where he was taken sick. And now--now he has gone
home again and I--" She got up as if the torment of her soul made it
impossible for her to sit still, and again she faced me. "It doesn't
matter what becomes of me. What do rich people and good people and
people who could change things care about us? And neither do they care
what we think of them, and specially of good women. Do you suppose we
think you really believe in the Christ who did not stone us? We don't.
We laugh at most Christians, spit at them. We know you don't believe
in Him or you'd remember what He said."
She turned sharply. Mrs. Mundy with Kitty behind her was at the door.
The latter hesitated, and, seeing it, Etta nodded to her. "Come in. I
won't hurt you. You need not be afraid."
Speaking first to Etta, Kitty kissed me, and I saw she had come
up-stairs because she, too, was wondering if there was something she
could do. Kitty is no longer the child she once was.
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