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You haven't got over it yet." He lowered his voice, and his face softened. "Aggy, dear, I've waited four years for you." His words stirred her, for they were certainly true, and his gentleness had also its effect. The situation was becoming more and more difficult, since it seemed impossible to make him understand that he would in all probability speedily tire of her.
"One of the bull-whackers went out to rope the steers, and Ag gave directions from the sidewalk. He wasn't very handy with a riata, and that's a fact, but the way Ag lit into him was scandalous. When he'd missed about six casts of his rope, Ag opened up on him: "'Put a stamp on it and send it to him by mail, says Aggy, in his sourcastic way.
"He's not like either of us, Aggy." "Like either of you?" said Mr. Dryce, surprised. "How should he be like your husband, Mrs. Harris?" "Don't you know me, sir," said the stranger, taking Mr. Dryce's hand and sitting in the firelight. "My name is Robert Dryce, and this is my child, whose mother left it to the mercy of Heaven, and found that it had reached its natural home.
Holla! Aggy! Brave! Brave! hoy, hoy where have you got to, Brave? Off his watch! Everybody is asleep but myself! Poor I must keep my eyes open, that others may sleep in safety. Brave! Brave! Well, I will say this for the dog, lazy as hes grown, that it is the first time I ever knew him to let any one come to the door after dark, without having a smell to know whether it was an honest man or not.
Carroll walked the floor with Aggy in his arms, both looking and feeling serious; while the two older children amused themselves with a picture book. Carroll's family; and faith, confidence, and an abstract trust in Providence by no means sufficed for its increase. At first, Mrs. Carroll had a servant girl to help her in her household duties, as usual. But she soon found that this would not do.
A man would get over many things if he were happy, that he cannot get over when he is miserable." "But it's for Aggy. You forget that." "I do not forget it. What right have you to seek for her another kind of welfare than you would have yourself? Are you to treat her as if she were worldly when you are not to provide for her a comfort which yourself you would despise?
Duff Salter looked a little wondering out of those calm gray eyes and his strong, yet benevolent Scotch-Irish countenance. Podge, who now talked freely with Agnes in his presence, said confidently: "I believe I can tantalize this good old granny by giving him doubts about me! I am real bad, Aggy; you know that! It is no story to tell it!"
"I feel that we shall drift further and further apart if once I let you go." "Then you feel that we have drifted a little already?" "I don't know what has come over you, Aggy, but there has been a change. I'm what I was, and I want to keep you." Agatha rose and turned towards him a white face. "If you are wise you will not urge me now," she said.
We will not venture to weary the reader with all that the good old woman had to say, but it may perhaps be of interest to transcribe the concluding sentence. It ran thus, "You will be glad to hear that my dear Ivor is doing well. He was married in March to Aggy Anderson, an' they live in the old cottage beside me. Ivor has put on the blue ribbon.
I think it is you, though at such a distance I might easily mistake a sheep or a deer for you and, after all, that would be no mistake, for you are a dear!" He did not condescend to smile at his own mild little joke, as he applied the telescope to his eyes. "Yes, I'm right and very comfortable you seem too, though I can't make out your party. Both Aggy and Junkie seem to have left you.
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