1 Then Mrs. Cutter told her story.
2 He had certainly met his match when he married Mrs. Cutter.
3 His zest in debauchery might wane, but never Mrs. Cutter's belief in it.
4 One of the neighbours telephoned for a doctor, while the others went into Mrs. Cutter's room.
5 He opened his eyes and said distinctly, 'Mrs. Cutter is quite dead, gentlemen, and I am conscious.'
6 The chief of these was the question of inheritance: Mrs. Cutter told her husband it was plainly his fault they had no children.
7 Mrs. Cutter had several times cut paragraphs about unfaithful husbands out of the newspapers and mailed them to Cutter in a disguised handwriting.
8 Mrs. Cutter painted china so assiduously that even her wash-bowls and pitchers, and her husband's shaving-mug, were covered with violets and lilies.
9 He insisted that Mrs. Cutter had purposely remained childless, with the determination to outlive him and to share his property with her 'people,' whom he detested.
10 Cutter was tormented by the fear that Mrs. Cutter would live longer than he, and that eventually her 'people,' whom he had always hated so violently, would inherit.
11 Antonia was frightened, and was going home to stay for a while, she told Mrs. Cutter; it would be useless to interrogate the girl, for she knew nothing of what had happened.
12 Mrs. Cutter remained flushed and wild-eyed as we had known her, but as the years passed she became afflicted with a shaking palsy which made her nervous nod continuous instead of occasional.
13 Under Lena's direction she copied Mrs. Gardener's new party dress and Mrs. Smith's street costume so ingeniously in cheap materials that those ladies were greatly annoyed, and Mrs. Cutter, who was jealous of them, was secretly pleased.