But now all that had gone. She
was bitter, like one defrauded She had been promised something, and had
struggled on in the assurance of it. And the result was nothing--nothing.
Tragic tears filled her eyes. She had been so hungry' and there was to be
no satisfying that hunger this side the grave or beyond it. She was going
the same way as Betsy Sparrow, a death like a cow's, with nothing to show
for life, nothing to leave. Betsy had been a poor crushed creature, and had
looked for no more. But she was different. She had been promised something,
something fine--she couldn't remember what, or who had
promised it, but it had never been out of her mind.
There was the ring, too. No woman in Indiana had the like of that. An ugly
thing, but very ancient and of pure gold. Once Tom had wanted to sell it
when he was hard-pressed back at Nolin Creek, but she had fought for it
like a tigress and scared the life out of Tom. Her grandfather had left it
her because she was his favourite and it had been her grandmothers, and
long ago had come from Europe.
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