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Maybe I encouraged him too much, for, one night, he called on me, his eyes flaming with excitement, and said breathlessly: "Do you mind can you let me stay here and write all this evening? I won't interrupt you, I won't really. There's no place for me to write in at my mother's." "What's the trouble?" I said, knowing well what that trouble was.
And though, maybe, she'd grieve awhile, it would be better so than going on as she is now up at the old place, with no one to give her any advice, or tell her what she ought to do or say to the man. Any way, you see, it would be doing her a kind service. Come, Mrs.
I turned at the door. "He he's going away day after to-morrow, Blackie," I explained, although no explanation had been asked for, "to Vienna. He expects to stay a year or two or three " Blackie looked up quickly. "Goin' away, is he? Well, maybe it's best, all around, girl. I see his name's been mentioned in all the medical papers, and the big magazines, and all that, lately.
"It would be just heavenly!" and Phebe's face shone at the mere idea; but fell again as she added wistfully, "Only I'm afraid I ought not to let you do it, Miss Rose. It will take time, and maybe the Doctor wouldn't like it." "He didn't want me to study much, but he never said a word about teaching, and I don't believe he will mind a bit.
On opening the communication, he was much interested to read the following: Dear Mr. Rover: "I want to thank you and your brother for what you did for me. I shall never forget it. Even were I in a position to do so, I would not insult you by offering you any reward. You, perhaps, have learned my name, and maybe you are wondering if I am related to Mr.
But he reckoned the fisherman was off on 'a time, and stopped there jest for fun, and to show off, maybe.
The result was, she told me her story much as I have told it to you. "'It's a funny tale, says I when she'd finished, 'though maybe you yourself don't see the humour of it. "'Yes, I do, was her answer. 'But there's a serious side to it also, says she, 'and that interests me more. "'You're sure you're not making a mistake? I suggested.
Well, maybe you think it's good, but scratch your Uncle Dudley out of any race where they enter Rocquefort. "Yes; those were happy days for me. I hate to think about them now. I had a good time while it lasted, though, and when they got me 'on the tram, I had to go to hustlin'. Well, here comes supper. Excuse me now, while I get busy with a piece of that steak."
She went away down towards the new village that had been built beyond the river, and her voice rose in a chant as she went a chant that was taken up and thrown back by the women returning home from the gardens. Compton built up the fire, and then walked up to the mouth of the gorge, restless and consumed with anxiety. Those words of the woman, "maybe they will not return," haunted him.
"I don't see no signs of him up nor down," said she, returning to Ellen; "but I'm pretty sure he ain't gone home. Come in here come in here, dear, and make yourself comfortable; it'll be a while yet, maybe, afore Mr. Van Brunt comes, but he'll be along by-and-by; come in here and rest yourself."
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