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Mrs Jones's eyes blazed reproof as she answered: "Freddy is not uninteresting," she said. Presently her voice dropped to a hushed whisper. "Then, there is the thought" she said "the haunting thought should he die should it please God to take him from us, we lose our all. All!" she repeated; and the word, spoken in that tone of heavy solemnity, dropped like lead upon Flora Macmichel's heart.
"My own darling boy," it began. "Such a poor parish." "So much indifference." "So disheartening," fell on Flora Macmichel's unreceptive ear. "My own darling boy." Something other than curiosity, stronger than her will, glued her eyes to the page. "Your last dear letter reached me " Last! Yes, last indeed!
"My dear, has she hurt you?" his wife cried excitedly. "She is mad quite mad, I am sure!" Her husband, catching sight of Mrs Macmichel's face as she entered, followed her upstairs to her room. She was lying, dressed as she was, on her bed, with her face hidden. "My dear, what is the matter? What have you been doing with yourself?" he asked.
Mrs Jones, coming to the dining-room door, looked out for one instant on her husband, apparently clutched in Mrs Macmichel's embrace. In the next, the lady was speeding with her long stride down the path to the gate; the clergyman had staggered into a hall chair, a succession of sounds, something between sobs and hiccoughs, issuing from his throat.
Mrs Macmichel's eyes were turned uneasily upon the door at which the servant had suddenly appeared. "Mrs Pyman is afraid she can't wait any longer now, ma'am. She wouldn't keep you more'n a minute, if you could speak to her, she says." Mrs Macmichel put out a hand and gripped the arm of her hostess as she rose from her seat "Don't " she said imploringly, "don't go! We are so so comfortable."
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