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Mother does not understand, and she would not give her consent, but she thinks me safe while you are with me. Would you mind going down with me just to look at his face again?" Oh, Ester would mind it dreadfully. She was actually afraid of death. She was afraid of the effect of such a scene upon this strange Abbie.
Surely Abbie, on her knees struggling with her bleeding heart, and yet feeling all around and underneath her the everlasting arms, knew nothing of desolation such as this. Fiercer and fiercer waged the warfare, until at last every root of pride, or self-complacence, or self-excuse, was utterly cast out. Yet did not Satan despair.
Besides, we really respected her, for she was one of the best scholars in the class. "'Please excuse me, Miss Abbie, I said, getting furiously red. 'It was a silly little remark I made, and I had no business to make it. "'We will be the best judge of that, Miss Winthrop, she said, in her severest tones. Just then the class bell rang outside the room.
But it transpired that his designs were not so very wicked after all; for as they left the store he took the little card from his pocket, and handed it to Abbie with a quiet: "Sis, here is something that you will like." And Abbie read it and said: "How solemn that is. Did you get it for me, Ralph? Thank you."
Now, Abbie imagined that the key whereby alone all these difficulties could be unlocked, lay in her own hands. When the last guests had taken their departure, Abbie went to her room, and looked at herself in the glass, by the light of a kerosene-lamp.
It was evident that Abbie had either exceeded or misunderstood his instructions as to the posting of them, for they had arrived together in the same mail. Once more she yielded to the fatal fascination of the shorter note: "In case of my death " this time she got no farther for the letters swam in a blinding mist; her reserve broke down and she laid her head on the cushioned arm of the chair.
A sudden fright now possessed her; these attacks were coming on oftener; was her mother's mind failing? Was there anything serious? Perhaps it would have been better not to tell her at all. The mother motioned Abbie to a chair. "Sit down, child, and listen to me. I ain't crazy; I ain't out of my head I'm only skeered." "But, Mother dear, I can get the money any day I want it.
No one knew anything about Owen Frazer and that woman of his; they hadn't been born in Almont. How could she have let Old Chris go down there, anyway? "Whoa up! Hey! Better climb in, Abbie, an' ride with me. This ain't no day for walkin'. Get up here on the seat. I'll come down an' help you." Abbie looked up at Undertaker Hopkins.
I'll tell you the story, and you can guess the lesson for yourself, if you can. "You know I lived in Boston when I was a girl. I went to a private school there, of, perhaps, twenty girls. It was kept by Miss Sarah and Miss Abbie Cartwright. We all loved Miss Sarah, but none of us liked Miss Abbie, and I don't wonder at it when I think how little she understood girls.
Rainin' so hard you had to hold the reins taut to keep the horse's head out of water so he wouldn't drown! The idea!" "Fact," asserted Captain Warren, with a wink at his guest. "And that wa'n't the worst of it. 'Twas so dark I had to keep feelin' the buggy with my foot to be sure I was in it. Ain't that so, Mr. Graves?... Here! Abbie won't like to have you set lookin' at that empty plate.
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