Simon monologue (Act 5) — Betsey Bobbett: A Drama

She’ll be the death on me, and my soul is jeopardized on account of her. To think that I, a member of a authordox church, and the father of thirteen small children, could be tempted to swear. But I did, not more’n two minutes ago. I said, By Jupiter! I can’t stand it so much longer. And last night to meetin’, when she was payin’ attention to me, I wished I was a ghost; for I thought if I was a apperition I could vanish from her view. Oh! I have got so low as to wish I was a ghost. She come a rushin’ out of Deacon Gowdy’s just now as I came past jest a purpose to talk to me. She don’t give me no peace. Last night she would walk tight to my side all the way from meetin’ and she looked so hungry at the gate, as I went through and fastened it on the inside.