Original Short Stories — Volume 11

Time went on, and she could not decide; but suddenly, like all cowards, on making a resolve, she became determined

she was very timid before people, and blushed at a mere nothing, and was embarrassed when she had to speak to strangers.

But she shook with rage, and got up one of those conjugal scenes which make a peaceable man dread the domestic hearth more than a battlefield where bullets are raining.

You don't know what may happen," she used to reply. "It is better to have too much than too little."