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Now that she had put her in a lighter frame of mind, she said: "I might as well tell you about Miss Wharton, Grace." Grace's eyes were immediately fixed on her in mute question. "The news of the sale traveled to Miss Wharton, as I was afraid it would," began Emma. "Miss Brent wasn't here when first the dean heard of it. She had gone home with Miss Parker for Christmas.
But she gathered a sense of it from the set of his square jaw and the flash of his grey eyes; being increasingly in love with him, it was incomprehensible to her that anybody could beat Brent at any game he took a hand in. "The inquiry was all cut-and-dried business," remarked Queenie. "Arranged! Of course the accounts and things would be cooked.
The nuts rattle noisily down on its roof; sometimes during "evenin' preachin'" which takes place in the afternoon a flying-squirrel frisks near the window; the hymns echo softly, softly, from the hazy sunlit heights across the valley. "That air the doxol'gy," said Tom Brent, one day, pausing to listen among the wagons and horses hitched outside.
He sighed. Walden looked at him a little anxiously, but for the moment said nothing. "You give me no response," continued Brent, with sudden querulousness "Since you arrived we have been talking nothing but generalities and Church matters. Heavens, how sick I am of Church matters! Yet I know you see a change in me. I am sure you do and you will not say it.
That evening, just before going to bed, Mrs. Brent opened a trunk and drew from it a folded paper.
Carter thoughtfully. "It looks suspicious, as if they had some good reason for their disappearance." "I can't understand why they should have left Planktown," said Philip, appearing puzzled. "Is the house occupied?" "Yes. I hear that a cousin of Mrs. Brent occupies it. I shall call and inquire after her." "Very well, Philip. Go when you please. You may be sure of a welcome when you return."
Brent let the work fall into her lap and looked intently before her. A flush appeared on her pale face, and she showed signs of restlessness. "It is strange," she said to herself, "how I have allowed myself to be affected by that dream. I am not superstitious, but I cannot get over the idea that a letter will reach me to-night, and that it will have an important bearing upon my life.
Brent now took a few steps back and fearlessly met those accusing eyes. "One time I tried to hurt that girl," he said squarely. "I got her to meet me at night, because she didn't know any better, and I didn't give a damn. But she showed me what a scoundrel I had intended to be then, and she's just showed me again.
The hand that had swept holster-ward had swept out again. Both faces were blankly unconcerned. Brent dropped into a chair near the door and listened as the clatter inside increased. The rats scrambled about with a multiplicity of light gnawing sounds and the clicking of some trifles unstably balanced. Then slowly the clicking ceased to be random.
A chilly cloud spread over his spirit, reducing everything once more to the leaden hue of reality.... "It's too late for any more adventures we must be going," he said. AMHERST'S morning excursions with his step-daughter and Miss Brent renewed themselves more than once. But the first time that Cicely's chatter carried home an echo of their adventures, Amherst saw a cloud on his wife's face.
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