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He wanted to help her--do something for her--make things easier for her. The afternoon wore on, with no loosening of the grip of the storm, and Peter began to realize that he was a prisoner. He could have been quite happy with Mrs. Paine and the children, even though the floor of the kitchen was draughty and cold, the walls smoked, the place desolate and poor; but the presence of his host, with his insulting manners, soon grew unbearable. Mr. Paine sat in front of the stove, smoking and spitting, abusing the country, the weather, the Government, the church. Nothing escaped him, and everything was wrong. A certain form of conceit shone through his words too, which increased his listener's contempt. He had made many sharp deals in his time, of which he was inordinately proud. Now he gloated over them. Fifteen thousand dollars of horse notes were safely discounted in the bank, so he did not care, he said, whether spring came or not. He had his money. The bank could collect the notes. Peter looked at him to see if he were joking. Surely no man with so much money would live so poorly and have his wife and children so shabbily dressed. Something of this must have shown in his face. "I've made money," cried Sylvester Paine, spitting at the leg of the stove; "and I've kept it--or spent it, just as I saw fit, and I did not waste is on a fancy house. What's a house, anyway, but a place to eat and sleep. I ain't goin' to put notions into my woman's head, with any big house--she knows better than to ask it now. If she don't like the house--the door is open--let her get out--I say. She can't take the kids--and she won't go far without them." He laughed unpleasantly: "That's the way to have them, and by gosh! there's one place I admired the old Premier--in the way he roasted those freaks of women who came askin' for the vote. I don't think much of the Government, but I'm with them on that--in keepin' the women where they belong." "But why," interrupted Peter, with a very uneasy mind, "why shouldn't women have something to say?" "Are you married?" demanded his host. "No, not yet," said Peter blushing. "Well, when you're married--will you let your wife decide where you will live? How you earn your living--and all that? No sir, I'll bet you won't--you'll be boss, won't you? I guess so. Well, every man has that right, absolutely. Here am I--I'm goin' to sell out here and buy a hotel--there's good money in it, easy li
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