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Updated: June 11, 2025
It was well known that she was in town. The beautiful Boston heiress was often enough the theme of discourse among the youth at Abel's rooms. "Is she really going to marry that Dinks? Why, the man's a donkey!" said Corlaer Van Boozenberg. "And are there no donkeys among your married friends?" inquired Abel, with the air of a naturalist pursuing his researches.
Eh, there be a lapwing! Lap-py, lap-py, lap- py, there he go! Janny catch un!" And the baby would stretch his arms responsive to Abel's expressive signs, and cry aloud for the vanishing bird. If no living creature crossed the ether, there were the clouds.
She indulged her imagination in grotesque but intoxicating reveries, in which she passed nobly and with honour through a series of thrillingly romantic adventures; and, in fact, only ten minutes before Abel's arrival, she had beheld herself and the young clergyman undergoing a rapturous, if slightly unreal, martyrdom, as missionaries to the Chinese.
Mebbe it's because I'm use' to children with my heart an' not with my ways. Anyhow, most of 'em was cryin' prime when Abel finally got there. "When he come in, I see Abel's face was white an' dusty, an' he had his other coat off an' gone too, an' his shirt-sleeves was some tore.
It appeared impossible that he could evade the hue and cry, but twenty-four hours passed and there came no report of his capture. Little mystery marked the matter, save that of Abel's disappearance. His animosity towards his father was known and it had culminated thus. None imagined that capture would be long delayed; but forty-eight hours passed and still there came no news of him.
Jimmy's travels had carried him south nearly to Cape Harrigan on two or three occasions when he had been with Skipper Ed in their trap boat in summer, and he knew that he could not be above two days' journey from the head of Abel's Bay, for now it was March and the days were growing long.
But I knew then and I know now that Abel's dreams flowed in his blood, and that when he gave them to his corner of the world he gave from his own veins; and I think that the world is the richer for that. When he had gone I stood still in the road, waiting.
I was prompted to elaborate this subject which had long been shaping itself to perfect conception in my mind as ripe material for a romance by my readings in Coptic monkish annals, to which I was led by Abel's Coptic studies; and I afterwards received a further stimulus from the small but weighty essay by H. Weingarten on the origin of monasticism, in which I still study the early centuries of Christianity, especially in Egypt.
Kit knew nothing about such questions, but he knew that his old home was a very poor place, and that his new one was very unlike it, and yet he was constantly looking back with grateful satisfaction and affectionate anxiety, and often indited square-folded letters to his mother, enclosing a shilling or eighteenpence or such other small remittance, which Mr Abel's liberality enabled him to make.
For answer Abel reached beneath the deck, lifted out the child, and stepping ashore placed it in Mrs. Abel's arms. "A boy," said he. "God sent him to us and he is ours." Mrs. Abel was taken completely by surprise.
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