Vashti; Or, Until Death Us Do Part - Augusta J Evans - Bog

"I can hear the sullen, savage roar of the breakers, if I do not see them, and my pretty painted bark-expectation-is bearing down helplessly upon them. Perhaps the unwelcome will not come to-day. What then? I presume I should not care; and yet, I am curious to see him, -anxious to know what sort of person will henceforth rule the house, and go in and out here as master. Of course the pleasant, peaceful days are at an end, for men always make din and strife in a household, -at least my father did, and he is the only one I know much about. But, after all, why borrow trouble?-the interloper may never come