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THE CASE OF
THE MIDDLE-AGED WIFE
Four grunts, an indignant voice asking why nobody could leave a hat alone, a slammed door, and Mr Packington had departed to catch the eight forty-five to the city. Mrs Packington sat on at the breakfast table. Her face was flushed, her lips were pursed, and the only reason she was not crying was that at the last minute anger had taken the place of grief. T won't stand it,' said Mrs Packington. T won't stand it!' She remained for some moments brooding, and then murmured: 'The minx. Nasty sly little cat! How George can be such a fool!'
Anger faded; grief came back. Tears came into Mrs Pack-ington's eyes and rolled slowly down her middle-aged cheeks. 'It's all very well to say I won't stand it, but what can I do?'
Suddenly she felt alone, helpless, utterly forlorn. Slowly she took up the morning paper and read, not for the first time, an advertisement on the front page.
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