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So, when Rocko dragged heavily and more heavily at his mother's skirts, and the Doctor and Pauline wandered off to climb the cliffs, Harrie did not seek to follow or to call them back.
He was a curious study to Sybilla as he went along, his hands invariably in his pockets, his hat pushed to the back of his head, whistling softly and meditatively. Every day she became more convinced he knew something of Harrie Hunsden's American antecedents, and every day she grew more gracious. But if Mr. Parmalee had his secrets, he knew how to keep them.
Exactly opposite, and looking up at it, was Tom Cressy, his handkerchief to his lips. I took the hand she held toward me in both of mine and something in her eyes, something both mutinous and pleading, filled me with sympathy I should not have felt, perhaps. She was only nineteen, and her mother was obviously trying to make her marry Harrie when she probably loved Tom.
Sharpe had spasms of distrusting himself amazingly; perhaps most men have, and ought to. His face grew grave just then. That little girl's clear eyes shone upon him like the lights upon an altar. In very unworthiness of soul he would have put the shoes from off his feet. The ground on which he trod was holy. When he spoke to the child, it was in a whisper: "Harrie, are you afraid of me?
The sisters and brother were assembled in the study. Marmaduke was there too, but took little part in the family lamentation, except in keeping a perpetual tender watch over the grief of his own Harrie. Anne Valery was absent. Frederick Harper sat apart. A sullen gloom had succeeded to his misery with him no feeling ever lasted long, at least in the same form.
When for the third time I saw Miss Swink glance at the watch upon her wrist, and then out of the window, I knew she was waiting for some one to pass. It wasn't Harrie. There was no necessity for furtive watching for Harrie to pass, The latter's plaint of sickness was evidently not convincing to the girl. I looked at the clock on the mantel.
"You foolish child!" cried Harrie, as she made herself invisible through the front-door, throwing back her last words as an unconscious parting sting. "Folks will think you are ashamed of your husband." Agatha took no notice, nor did Nathanael. Silently they walked to church, the garden way, which led them out opposite the eastern door.
She was in that state of excitement when the utmost peril would only have made her laugh. Passing under the three hills, and looking up at the old castle, silent and grey, the daylight shining through the fissured apertures that had been windows, she turned round and recklessly proposed to Harrie their scrambling up the green slope and rolling down again.
What sudden yearning for the wash of waves, and the spring of girlhood, and the consciousness that one is fair to see, had overtaken her? She watched through her hair and her fingers for the love in her husband's eyes. But he waded out to her, ill-pleased. "Harrie, this is very imprudent, very! I don't see what could have possessed you!" Myron Sharpe loved his wife. Of course he did.
Harriet, you should not say such things. Nathanael is only absent on business my business; he will come home soon." These words, uttered with difficulty, calmed the rising storm. Harrie laughingly begged pardon, and was satisfied. "Well, the sooner Nathanael comes, the better. There was a gentleman last night wanting him." "What gentleman?" "Can't tell. He left no name.
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