Thar's
something in marriage that works contrariwise, an' even a worm of a man
will begin to try to trample if he marries a worm of a woman. Who's that
ridin' over the three roads, young Adam?"
"It's Abel Revercomb. Come in an' pass the time of day with us, Abel."
But the miller merely shouted back that he had ridden to Piping Tree for
a bottle of medicine, and went on at a gallop. Then he passed from the
turnpike into the sunken road that led to the mill, and the cloud of
dust kicked up by his mare drifted after him into the distance.
In spite of the scene in church, Abel had felt no resentment against
Judy. He knew that she had made herself ridiculous in the eyes of
the congregation, and that people were pitying him on account of
her hopeless infatuation for the young clergyman, but because he was
indifferent to her in his heart, he was able to look at the situation
from an impersonal point of view, and to realize something of what she
had suffered. When Solomon had railed at her after the service, Abel had
stopped him in indignation.
"If you can't speak civilly to my wife, you can leave my house," he said
sharply.
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