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Every hour or two she would pop in into Aunt Abby's room with some strange query: "She got into the RIVER again, Aunt Abby, didn't she; the Jordan is a big one to tumble into, any how. S'posen she goes to hell, she'll be as black as I am. Wouldn't mistress be mad to see her a nigger!" and others of a similar stamp, not at all acceptable to the pious, sympathetic dame; but she could not evade them.
Sensing Susan's interest in the antislavery cause and hoping to make an active worker of her, Abby and Stephen suggested that she join them on a week's tour, during which she marveled at Abby's ability to hold the attention and meet the arguments of her unfriendly audiences and wondered if she could ever be moved to such eloquence.
By leaning far out of the window, as Hallie and I sometimes did when a ship was coming in, we could see northward as far as North Beach, and Alcatraz Island; and from Abby's room across the hall we could continue the panorama around to Russian Hill, whose high crown cut off the Golden Gate.
Stone returned to Aunt Abby's side window, and leaning over the sill looked out and down to the street below. "Couldn't be reached even by firemen's ladders," he said, "and, anyway, the police would have spotted any ladder work." "I tried to think some one came in at that window," said Elliott, "but even so, nobody could go through Miss Ames' room, and then Mrs, Embury's room, and so on to Mr.
The English will put up with anybody who has a few million dollars, and I don't deny that Abby's good-looking, and clever in her way. But it's absurd for her to come over here and act as though we didn't exist. She needn't be afraid that I'll speak to her. They say she became intimate with Bessie Grainger through charities. One of your friend Mrs. Holt's charities, by the way, Honora.
The English will put up with anybody who has a few million dollars, and I don't deny that Abby's good-looking, and clever in her way. But it's absurd for her to come over here and act as though we didn't exist. She needn't be afraid that I'll speak to her. They say she became intimate with Bessie Grainger through charities. One of your friend Mrs. Holt's charities, by the way, Honora.
But the truth is, in this world which our Heavenly Father watches over, nothing ever comes by chance, and events do not happen. Abby shed many bitter tears, but they were not so much tears of sorrow for her sin, as of shame for being found out. Such weeping does no good. Indeed I am afraid it only hardened Abby's heart. But the day ended gloriously for Dotty.
Aunt Abby's daughter just give one look at her mother layin' there, then she turned sort of sharp and sudden and looked at me. "'Where is she? says she, and I knew she meant Luella. "'She's out in the kitchen, says I. 'She's too nervous to see folks die. She's afraid it will make her sick. "The Doctor he speaks up then. He was a young man.
"Yes, you can; it will do you good; you look like a ghost this morning," said Abby. "Do go, Ellen," pleaded Maria. However, Ellen would not have gone had it not been for a whisper of Abby's as they came out of the factory that night. "Look here, Ellen, you'd better go," said she, "just to show folks.
You can keep your mouth shut, if you can't do anything else!" Ellen had turned quite white at Abby's words. "You don't think that he means to cut the wages?" she said, eagerly. "I know he does. I had it straight. Wait till you get to the shop." "I don't believe it." "You wait. Norman Lloyd was as hard as nails, and the young one is just like him." Abby looked relentlessly at Ellen.
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