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Abby and Ellen were walking side by side, and Maria followed with Sadie Peel. "Well, I can't help it if you are mad at me," said Ellen. "I've had everything to contend against, my father and mother, and my grandmother won't even speak to me, and now if you " Ellen's voice broke. Abby caught her arm in a hard grip. "I ain't," said she; "you can depend on me.
"Then you ought to have kept this," Ellen cried out, holding towards her the half, minus one little bite. But Abby Atkins shook her head forcibly. "That was why I gave it to you," said she. "Say, didn't you never have to tie up your hair with a shoe-string?" Ellen shook her head, looking at her wonderingly. Then with a sudden impulse she tore off the blue ribbon from her curls.
Were Jack or Jane at home she would have some refuge; one only remained; good Aunt Abby was still in the house. She saw the fast receding coach which con- veyed her master and mistress with regret, and begged for one favor only, that James would send for her when they returned, a hope she had confidently cherished all these five years.
It must have been clear to her then that she had lost the power to dissemble, all the clearer because of Mr. Pembroke's cheerfulness. "I wasn't going to sleep," he assured her. "Circumstantial evidence is against me, I know. Where's Abby? reading French literature?" "I haven't seen her," replied Honora. "She usually goes to bed with a play at this hour. It's a horrid habit going to bed, I mean.
She who is called your wife is a clouded lens; she can receive the light only through John , who is her true spiritual husband, as Abby Fetters is your true spiritual wife!" I was here conscious of a sudden cessation of the influence which forced me to speak, and stopped. The members of the circle opposite to me the host, his wife, neighbor, and old Mr.
"You say she ain't nothin' to you folks?" "But she is alone, and frightened." "Wal, I expect so. She did give me a start for fair. I don't know where she could have come from 'nless she belongs over toward Ridgeton at old Miz Abby Drake's. She's got some city folks stopping with her " "There she is!" cried Ruth, under her breath. A hobbling figure appeared for a moment on the side of the ravine.
I had it real straight that she did. Luella used to just sit and cry and do nothin'. She did act real fond of Lily, and she pined away considerable, too. There was those that thought she'd go into a decline herself. But after Lily died, her Aunt Abby Mixter came, and then Luella picked up and grew as fat and rosy as ever.
They had a tiff now and then, but that was because of Eunice's quick temper. She flares up so easily," Aunt Abby sighed. "San couldn't manage her at times." "I know. Poor girl, I don't blame her for those spasms of rage. She can't help it, you know. And she's improving every day." "That's what Sanford said. He thought he helped her, and I dare say he did.
"I ain't afraid," said Abby, contemptuously, "but I've got sense." Maria pressed close to Sadie Peel. "Please do keep still, Sadie," she pleaded. "Let us get into the factory as quietly as we can. Think, if anybody was hurt." "I ain't afraid," shrieked the girl, with a toss of her red fringe, and she laughed like a parrot.
"Well, Abby," he blurted out, "I suppose I'll have to forgive you; but, oh, how I wish I were only six years old, so that I could cry!" So saying, Larry laid the buttercups at the feet of Our Lady's statue, and rushed from the room. The next day it happened that Ellen discovered Abby in tears at the window of the class-room. Ellen, although quick-tempered and impulsive, was kind-hearted.
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