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I don't believe it! It isn't you, Una Golden, that worked, and paid your debts. You can't, dear, you simply _can't_ be the wife of a man who lives by begging--a dirty, useless, stupid beggar. Oh, no, no! You wouldn't do that--you _couldn't_ marry a man like that simply because the job had exhausted you. Why, you'd die at work first. Why, if you married him for board and keep, you'd be a prostitute--you'd be marrying him just because he was a 'good provider.' And probably, when he didn't provide any more, you'd be quitter enough to leave him--maybe for another man. You couldn't do that. I don't believe life could bully you into doing that.... Oh, I'm hysterical; I'm mad. I can't believe I am what I am--and yet I am!... Now he's getting that fifty and buying a drink--