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And in the shelter of the padded or thatched hurdles, by the hedge-side, old Nance spent her days keeping guard over the turnips, and afterwards something else was found for her to do, and in the meanwhile she lodged in Caleb's cottage and became like one of the family.
And then, wherever else his thoughts led him, there was always Nance, and the thought of Nance always set his heart aglow and braced him to patient endurance and hope.
Did you tell her yer pa was a Molloy? An' Mr. Burks says yer maw was even better born than what Bud was. I'm goin' to git you a job myself. I'm goin' to take you up to Clarke's this very evenin'." "I don't want to work in a factory!" Nance said discontentedly, looking out of the window into the dirty court below. "I suppose you want to run a beauty parlor," said Mrs.
I've come to hand you out a nice little bunch of advice." "You needn't. I've got twice as much now as I intend to use. Come on around here and be sociable. I want to make love to you." Nance declined the invitation. "Has Dr. Adair put you wise on what he's letting you in for?" "Rather! Raw eggs, rest, and rust. Mother put him up to it. It's perfect rot.
Still Nance went on, delighting the town as of yore, and putting into her last original rôle, that of Sophonisba, a fire which breathed not of sickness nor failing powers. At last there came a day when she played her final part, and left Drury Lane only to be driven tenderly home to her death-bed.
Now she laughed mirthlessly. The man started, and his face flushed with anger; then he put a hand on himself, drew a step back, and watched her. "One can settle a thing, if there's a dozen in it. You see, Nance, you and Bantry's got to close out. He's fixing it up to-night over at Dingan's Drive, and you can't go it alone when you quit this place.
At this moment a boy thrust his head in the door to say that Dr. Adair had telephoned for Miss Molloy to come by the hospital before she returned to Hillcrest. Nance pulled on her gloves and, with chin in the air, was departing without a word, when Dan stopped her. "I'm sorry I spoke to you like that, Nance," he said, scowling at the floor.
"A growin' girl oughtn't to be doin' heavy washin' an' carryin' water an' coal up two flights." "Why, Nance is strong as a ox," Mrs. Snawdor insisted, "an' as fer eatin'! Why it looks like she never can git filled up." "Well, what ails her then?" persisted Uncle Jed. "I bet I know!" said Mrs. Snawdor darkly. "It's that there vaccination.
Nance stood for a moment looking down at the maudlin old figure muttering to himself on the door-step; then she, too, turned and followed the others out into the gay midnight throng. What a radically different place the world seems when one doesn't have to begin the day with an alarm clock! There is a hateful authority in its brassy, peremptory summons that puts one on the defensive immediately.
And he sat there so long so long after his hopes and wishes had flown over to Sark and hurried Bernel and Nance into a boat and landed them on L'Etat that the night seemed running out, and he began to fear they were not coming, after all. In the troubled darkness of the Race, he caught gleams at times which might be oar-blades or might be only the upfling from the perils below.
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