CHAPTER IV
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“Areyousureyoudidn’tleavethesoapinthewater?”demandedMrs.Frederick.ButValancywasgone.Sheturnedatthecornerandlookedbackdowntheugly,prim,respectablestreetwhereshelived.TheStirlinghousewastheugliestonit—morelikearedbrickboxthananythingelse.Toohighforitsbreadth,andmadestillhigherbyabulbousglasscupolaontop.Aboutitwasthedesolate,barrenpeaceofanoldhousewhoselifeislived.
Therewasaveryprettylittlehouse,withleadedcasementsanddubbedgables,justaroundthecorner—anewhouse,oneofthosehousesyoulovetheminuteyouseethem.ClaytonMarkleyhadbuiltitforhisbride.HewastobemarriedtoJennieLloydinJune.Thelittlehouse,itwassaid,wasfurnishedfromattictocellar,incompletereadinessforitsmistress.
“Idon’tenvyJennietheman,”thoughtValancysincerely—ClaytonMarkleywasnotoneofhermanyideals—“butIdoenvyherthehouse.It’ssuchaniceyounghouse.O
