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But Miss Weeks did not speak. She just got up, and, with a careless motion, stood stretching herself for a moment, then sauntered up to the table and began showing her work to Reuther. "I've made a mistake," she pettishly complained. "See if you can find out what's wrong." And, giving the work into Reuther's hand, she stood watching, but with a face so pale that Mr.
Won't it help you to know this, Reuther? Your mother, who has had her griefs, will bless you." "Mother, mother!" That night, at a later hour, Deborah struggled with a great temptation.
The boy gave us the slip in the most remarkable manner. I will tell you when we get inside." She led him up the walk. She moved slowly, and he felt the influence of her discouragement. But once in the lighted parlour, she turned upon him the face he knew best the mother face. "Did Reuther see him?" she asked. Then he told her the whole story.
Sympathy with her, as he would have her believe, or a secret feeling of animosity towards the man he openly professed to admire? "Reuther, sit up here close by mother and let me talk to you for a little while." "Yes, mother; oh, yes, mother." Deborah felt the beloved head pressed close to her shoulder and two soft arms fall about her neck. "Are you very unhappy?
Astounded at such tranquillity where she had expected anguish if not stark unreason, doubting her eyes, her ears for this was no longer her delicate, suffering Reuther to be shielded from all unhappy knowledge, but a woman as strong if not as wise to the situation as herself she scrutinised the child closely, then turned her gaze slowly about the room, and started in painful surprise, as she perceived standing in the space behind her the tall figure of Judge Ostrander.
"I thought the time was pretty clearly settled by the hour he left your house. The sun had not set when he turned your corner on his way home. So several people said who saw him. Besides " "Yes; there is a BESIDES. I'm sure of it." "I saw the tall figure of a man, whom I afterwards made sure was Mr. Etheridge, coming down Factory Road on his way to the bridge when I turned about to get Reuther."
He had never expressed his antipathy for the place, but he had made her feel it. She doubted now if he would have climbed to it from the ravine even to save his child from falling over its verge. Indeed, she saw the reason now why he could not explain the reason for the apathy he showed in his hunt for Reuther on that fatal day, and his so marked avoidance of the height where she was found.
But her purpose had been accomplished, or would be when once this letter reached Reuther. With these words in declaration against her she could not retreat from the stand she had therein taken. It was another instance of burning one's ships upon disembarking, and the effect made upon the writer showed itself at once in her altered manner.
Sloan turned slowly about. "Bad luck," he commented, upon joining his companions. "That was Deaf Dan. He's got a warm nest here, and he's determined to keep it. 'No visitors wanted, was what he shouted, and he didn't even hold out his hand when I offered him the letter." "Give me the letter," said Reuther. "He won't leave a lady standing out in the cold." Mr.
She made haste, however, to qualify it with the remark: "But I have not given up all hope. My cause is too promising. True, I may not succeed in marrying Reuther into the Ostrander family, even if it should be my good lot to clear her father's name; but my efforts would have one good result, as precious perhaps more precious than the one I name.
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