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Well, I was never one to sit groaning over a cracked pot. If it could / not be mended, then it is the part of a man to say no more of it. / For weeks I had an aching heart; indeed, it is a little sore now, after / all these years and a happy marriage, when I think of it. But I kept a / brave face on me; and, above all, I did as I had promised that day on / the hillside. I was as a brother to her, and no more: though there were / times when I had to put a hard curb upon myself; for even now she would / come to me with her coaxing ways, and with tales about how rough Jim / was, and how happy she had been when I was kind to her; for it was in / her blood to speak like that, and she could not help it.
But for the most part Jim and she were happy enough. It was all over / the countryside that they were to be married when he had passed his / degree, and he would come up to West Inch four nights a week to sit with / us. My folk were pleased about it, and I tried to be pleased too.