`` You can come with me or stay here -- just exactly as you please . But I 'm going . '' Theodosia went on spatting her balls of golden butter on the print in silence . She was looking very neat and pretty in her big white apron , her sleeves rolled up high above her plump , dimpled elbows , and her ruddy hair curling about her face and her white throat . She looked as pliable as her butter . Her silence angered her husband . He shuffled impatiently . `` Well , what have you to say , Dosia ? '' `` Nothing , '' said Theodosia . `` If you have made up your mind to go , go you will , I suppose . But I will not . There is no use in talking . We 've been over the ground often enough , Wes . The matter is settled . '' Up to that moment Wesley had always believed that his wife would yield at last , when she saw that he was determined . Now he realized that she never would . Under that exterior of milky , dimpled flesh and calm blue eyes was all the iron will of old dead and forgotten Henry Ford . This mildest and meekest of girls and wives was not to be moved a hairsbreadth by all argument or entreaty , or insistence on a husband 's rights . A great , sudden anger came over the man . He lifted his hand and for one moment it seemed to Theodosia as if he meant to strike her .
Then he dropped it XXXXX the first oath that had ever crossed his lips .
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