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Tabitha, in nightgown and slippers, sat in the middle of the floor, her huge stocking up-side down in her lap, and gifts scattered all about her, as with shining eyes and trembling hands she unwrapped each package in turn and gloated over its contents. "A bunch of violets from Miss Pomeroy she never forgets one of us. There is Bertha's scarf that Cassandra tattled about thank you, Bertha!
It was just after the close of my father's last illness, which had necessarily withdrawn us from society and thrown us more on each other. It was the evening of father's death. On that evening the veil which had shrouded Bertha's soul from me had made me find in her alone among my fellow-beings the blessed possibility of mystery, and doubt, and expectation was first withdrawn.
His father spent all the time he could spare at home, and long talks between father and son were the order of the day. The lieutenant had been informed on his arrival of the death of Mr. Pembroke, Bertha's father, two months before; but she had gone to visit an uncle in Ohio, and Christy had not yet seen her.
He would take it heavily for a day or two, and would then forget all about it. He cast a glance or two in Bertha's direction, and his eyes were full of melancholy appeal. But for her certainty he would have moved her, for she was predisposed to be moved, and she had hardly expected to have had so much effect upon him.
She was glad of the letters, for they manifested a true affection, and were in every way more interesting than any others that she received; but at times they made the cheerless little house seem more cheerless still, and the pang of contrast between her life and Rosamund's called at such moments for all Bertha's sense of humour to make it endurable.
It was Wilbur who caught the first shark on the second morning of the "Bertha's" advent in Magdalena Bay.
"I certainly shall not go near her so long as that odious actor is hanging about. His smirk at me the other day made me ill." This conversation was typical of many others in homes of equal culture, for Bertha's position as well as her face and manner piqued curiosity. After all, the town was a small place just large enough to give gossip room to play in and the sheen of Mrs.
I was awake so much and ate so little and thought so hard that I lost strength, both of mind and body. All I asked of my body was to look out for Bertha's steamer, and all that I asked of my mind was to resolve the meaning of the last words I had heard from that vessel. One day, I do not know whether it was in the morning or afternoon, I raised my head, and on the horizon I saw a steamer.
"It'll be time enough to do that," returned John, "when I begin to leave things behind me. The basket's safe enough." "What a hard-hearted monster you must be, John, not to have said so at once, and save me such a turn! I declare I wouldn't go to Bertha's without the Veal and Ham Pie and things, and the bottles of Beer, for any money.
Toward morning, the merry carousal broke up, and Ralph was conducted in triumph to his home. Two days later, Ralph again knocked on Bertha's door. He looked paler than usual, almost haggard; his immaculate linen was a little crumpled, and he carried no cane; his lips were tightly compressed, and his face wore an air of desperate resolution.
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