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But there was no mistaking him for anybody but Professor Dimp, the Latin and history instructor of Central High! "Goodness gracious!" gasped Bobby, the first to find her breath. She fell limply against Laura and Jess. "What do you know about that? Say, girls! Do you see the same thing I do, or am I going crazy?" "Hush!" commanded Jess, hoarsely.
Calling to the soldier's wife to run across to the doctor, Jess shook her patient till he awoke, for he was sleeping quite soundly, and would, no doubt, have continued to do so till he glided away into a still deeper sleep; and then between them they did what they could to quench that dreadful pumping flow, Jess knotting her handkerchief round his leg and twisting it with a stick, while he pressed his thumb upon the severed artery.
He might have run the man down; but he would never have run off and left him in the street!" "I don't know," Jess said. "He'd be frightened half to death, of course, if he did knock the man down." "I do not believe Prettyman Sweet is heartless," declared Laura warmly. "The boys are making a mistake. I'm going to tell Chet so."
Who'd a' thought of him comin' here this mornin' an' us jist talkin' about him!" "Mercy me, mother! I can't go to the door in this wrapper. Send somebody else; Jess, you look all right." "Yes, Jess, you trot out an' show him in.
"By the way," he added, rightly judging where the Colonel's thoughts were dwelling, "I hope you will tell me the day before you decide on telephoning Jess I mean, of course, if the worst comes to the worst!" "Certainly," he looked up. "But why do you want to know?" "Perhaps you don't want to know why I want to know," Brent laughed. "But I do, sir!"
He was still very weak, and the marks of the burns were visible upon his face. He smiled as the visitors drew near and sat down upon the steps. His old jealousy and animosity toward John had disappeared. "How are you feeling this evening?" Jess asked. "Somewhat better, I guess," was the reply. "He's a great deal better, Miss," the captain declared.
Suppose you just take this over to the ribbon counter and match it right now, it's just in the next aisle, and then you can bring it back to me." Arethusa went away joyfully, bearing the shawl. "Ain't you afraid, Jess, to let her go off like that?" asked one of Jessie's contemporaries, of a more distrustful turn of mind. "'Sposin' she don't come back with it?
'How could I marry? for it would have been like turning her out of doors. She was too ill and helpless and despondent to live by herself, and had I brought a third person into the family it would have been misery all round. "Still I said nothing. "'Jess, he said suddenly, 'don't you understand? Can't you understand? "In fact, I did understand very well.
Jess shook her head as she answered, "I may be wrong, but I don't see how anybody who feels can be quite happy in a world of sickness, suffering, slaughter, and death. I saw a Kafir woman die yesterday, and her children crying over her. She was a poor creature and had a rough lot, but she loved her life, and her children loved her.
I talked of you more or Jess as was natural...and he remembered...we had recalled the past vividly enough.... Why couldn't one of those instincts in which we are supposed to be prolific have warned me?....Much fiction is like life!...Any heroine I could have created would have had it...had more sense....I have botched the thing from beginning to end."
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