Crowded Out and Other Sketches

I do remember that it vill be all for ze Church, she has said to me. And the priest has taught her all she knows, how to sew and embroider, and cook and read, though he never lets her read anything but works on religion. Religion, always religion! He has brought her up like a nun, crushed the life out of her. Until I found her out, found my jewel out. It is Tennyson who says that. But his Maud was freer to woo than Hortense, freer to love and kiss and hold–my God! that night while I watched them studying and bending over those cursed works on the Martyrs and the Saints and the Mission houses.