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Jude had walked moodily while this praise of Phillotson was being expressed. "Mr. Phillotson obliges you in everything, as he ought," he said. ¡¡¡¡ "Of course." ¡¡¡¡ "You ought to be a happy wife." ¡¡¡¡ "And of course I am." ¡¡¡¡ "Bride, I might almost have said, as yet. It is not so many weeks since I gave you to him, and----" ¡¡¡¡ "Yes, I know! I know!" There was something in her face which belied her late assuring words, so strictly proper and so lifelessly spoken that they might have been taken from a list of model speeches in "The Wife's Guide to Conduct." Jude knew the quality of every vibration in Sue's voice, could read every
oil painting symptom of her mental condition; and he was convinced that she was unhappy, although she had not been a month married. But her rushing away thus from home, to see the last of a relative whom she had hardly known in her life, proved nothing; for Sue naturally did such things as those. ¡¡¡¡ "Well, you have my good wishes now as always, Mrs. Phillotson." ¡¡¡¡ She reproached him by a glance. ¡¡¡¡ "No, you are not Mrs. Phillotson," murmured Jude. "You are dear, free Sue Bridehead, only you don't know it! Wifedom has not yet squashed up and digested you in its vast maw as an atom which has no further individuality." ¡¡¡¡ Sue put on a look of being offended, till she answered, "Nor has husbandom you, so far as I can see!" ¡¡¡¡ "But it has!" he said, shaking his head sadly.