Odour of Chrysanthemums
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- Glide: 1
- "not to me. It was chrysanthemums when I married him, and chryasnthemums when you were born, and the first time they ever brought him home drunk, he'd got brown chrysanthemums in his button hole"
- "Don't they smell beautiful!"
- Glide: 2
- While for an hour or more the children played, subduedly intent, fertile of imagination, united in fear of the mother's wrath, and in dread of their father's home coming, Mrs Bates sat in her rocking chair making a singlet of thick cream colored flannel. She worked at her sewing with energy, listening to the children, and her anger wearied itself, opening its eyes from time to time and steadily watching, its ears raised to listen.
- Sometimes even her anger quailed and shrank, and the mother suspended her sewing, tracing the footsteps that thudded along the sleepers outside, she would lift her head sharply to bid the children 'hush', but she recovered herself in time, and the footsteps went past the gate, and the children were not flung out of their playing world.
- Glide: 3
- Don't say so, Elizabeth! We'll hope its not as bad ad that; no, may the Lord spare us that, Elizabeth. Jack came just as I was sittin' down to a glass afore going to bed
- Is he dead?
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