`` You listen to me , '' he said thickly . `` If you wo n't go with me I 'll never come back here -- never . When you want to do your duty as a wife you can come to me . But I 'll never come back . '' He turned on his heel and strode away . Theodosia kept on spatting her butter . The little perpendicular wrinkle had come between her brows again . At that moment an odd , almost uncanny resemblance to the old portrait of her great-great-grandfather , which hung on the parlour wall at home , came out on her girlish face . The fortnight passed by . Wesley was silent and sullen , never speaking to his wife when he could avoid it . Theodosia was as sweet and serene as ever . She made an extra supply of shirts and socks for him , put up his lunch basket , and packed his trunk carefully . But she never spoke of his journey . He did not sell his farm . Irving Brooke rented it . Theodosia was to live in the house . The business arrangements were simple and soon concluded . Heatherton folks gossiped a great deal . They all condemned Theodosia . Even her own people sided against her now .
They hated to be mixed up in a local scandal , and since Wes was bound XXXXX go they told Theodosia that it was her duty to go with him , no matter how much she disliked it .
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