The Deacon thought. I know them, he began,
And they are all you ever heard of them
Allurable to no sure theorem,
The scorn or the humility of man.
You say Can I believe it?and I can;
And Im unwilling even to condemn
The benefaction of a stratagem
Like hersand Im a Presbyterian.
Though blind, with but a wandering hour to live,
He felt the other woman in the fur
That now the wife had on. Could she forgive
All that? Apparently. Her rings were gone,
Of course; and when he found that she had none,
He smiledas he had never smiled at her.
