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Whatever he might be to others, this man, coarse in his outer nature, but liable always to eruptions of the sensitive inward soul of the visionary, was in this woman's presence often merely what she compelled him to be. If she had known that this was the secret of his power over her, the spell might have been less. "Is it not true, Sister Susannah?" he asked. She gave the admission mechanically.
Susannah had allowed herself to be saddled without the slightest manifestation of ill-humor; probably the idea of stretching her limbs a little, was decidedly pleasant in view of the small amount of exercise she had taken lately. But the wisest plan was not thought of.
Even while she spoke there appeared at the door another lady, somewhat more elderly, and even less remarkable for beauty, who seated herself bolt upright in an elbow-chair without delay, and, looking austerely round, observed in an impressive voice, "Susannah, fetch me my spectacles; Simon, shut the door." Of all governments there must be a head.
The Danite made her sit down upon a stone near the house, and brought a woman to her who carried bread and milk. Susannah ate and drank without speaking. "My! but she's tired," said the farmer's wife. "It's a cruel shame to make her walk so far; you're not a good husband to her, I'm thinking." Having satisfied her need, Susannah turned away dully without a word.
Yesterday evening, after the buying of the hanging, he had yielded to his mother's request that he should escort the widow Susannah home.
To her intent listening the accents of a low and guarded tone came in reply to her challenge; the voice was Joseph Smith's. Susannah looked with anguish toward her child's cradle. Had some army of mad persecutors invested Kirtland? Nothing less than fierce persecution could be thus heralded.
In the garden China asters, zenias, and prince's feather, dahlias, marigolds, and love-lies-bleeding were falling over one another in luxuriant waste. The young man neither looked to night nor to left. He scanned the house eagerly, and his eyes found the window at which Susannah sat. He stepped across the flowers and stood, his blonde face upturned, below the open sash.
"Do you think that she would ever, by word or deed, do anything that would hurt me?" "Never." Susannah said the word as a matter of course. "Or that my father would ever deny me anything that I seriously asked for, or that he knew my happiness depended upon?" "No, surely not; but, Ephraim "
'Oh dear! said little Rosalie; 'I'm so very, very sorry she is not here! 'Poor child! said the giant kindly. 'Poor child! poor child! said the dwarfs as kindly. Rosalie turned to go, but the giant waved her back. 'A glass of wine, Susannah! he said. 'Yes, a glass of wine, said Master Puck and Miss Mab. 'Oh no, said the child; 'no, thank you, not for me!
The maiden tripped away, resolving at heart to heed the admonition, although she understood it very vaguely. Susannah knelt down upon the floor behind the sill, pressing both hands upon her breast lest she should cry aloud. "No! No! No!" she whispered, "I loved Ephraim, and it was because I left him that my heart closed up because in insufferable pride and impatience I left him.
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