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No rude breath from the gay assembly's sensuous delights was to blow upon this flower of communion, so pure, so fragrant. So Winifred rejoiced, only an occasional shadow falling athwart her peace when she thought of one whose increasingly intimate fellowship threatened the life of the fair flower as surely as could Mrs. Butterworth's party.
Snow jumped up and seized Miss Butterworth's hands, and said: "Why, Keziah Butterworth! You don't tell me! You wicked, deceitful creature!" The three Misses Snow all jumped up with their mother, and pressed around the merry object of their earnest congratulations. "So unexpected and strange, you know," said the oldest. "So very unexpected!" said the second.
Miss Butterworth was not to step out of the room not be seen by any mortal eye until she should come forth as a bride. Miss Snow was summarily expelled from the apartment, and only permitted to bring in Miss Butterworth's breakfast, while her self-appointed lady's maid did her hair, and draped her in her new gray silk.
But they told nothing. If there had been a scrap of writing within view or in his desk " "It was not on his person? You had his pockets searched, his clothes " "A man who has died from violence is always searched, madam. I leave no stone unturned in a mysterious case like this." Miss Butterworth's face assumed an indefinable expression of satisfaction, which did not escape Mr.
I left home an hour ago, but was beguiled by some fascinating bargains in Butterworth's windows. Do see that love of a thing for ninety-eight cents. Did you ever see such a bargain? I wouldn't let them send it for I wanted you to see it." The fascinating trifle was admired, and then Miss Forrester flew at the chief matter of her visit enthusiastically. "Do you know what is in the wind, Winifred?
Most of Tom Butterworth's farm land lay north of Bidwell, and some of his fields were five miles from his home; but as he did not himself work the land it did not matter. The farms were rented to men who worked them on shares. Beside the business of farming Tom carried on other affairs.
He knew he was rough and unused to every sort of refinement, but he also knew that he was truthful, and honorable, and faithful; and with trust in his own motives and trust in Miss Butterworth's good sense and discretion, he withheld any further exhibition of his wish to settle the affair on the spot.
The look of gloom disappeared from Miss Butterworth's eyes. "Then I may return home in peace," she cried. "It has been a desperate five hours for me, and I feel well shaken up. Will you escort me to my carriage?" Miss Butterworth did not look shaken up. Indeed, in Mr. Gryce's judgment, she had never appeared more serene or more comfortable.
It was Miss Butterworth's first experience of this change of light, and she was observing the effect made by the violet glow now thrown over the picture and the other rich articles in the room when her admiration was cut short, and Mr. Gryce's half-uttered remark also, by the faint sound of the valet's descending steps.
So the closing hymn was punctually sung, and the benediction was pronounced in tender tones upon the congregation. Mrs. Butterworth's curiosity blossomed afresh when the meeting was over and she had the opportunity of speaking with Winifred and her mother. She addressed herself to the former, to Mrs.
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