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Now I've got you where you can't get away." Araminta's pale cheeks flushed. She looked pleadingly at Aunt Hitty, who had always valiantly defended her from the encroachments of boys and men. "You come downstairs with me, Ralph Dexter," commanded Aunt Hitty. "I've got some talking to do to you. Evelina, you set here with Araminta till I get back."
"How is Araminta?" asked Thorpe, passing by Ralph's frivolity. "She's all right," he answered, his sunny face clouding. "She can go home almost any time now. I hate to send her back into her cage bless her little heart." It was late afternoon when Thorpe started up the hill, to observe and report upon the state of Araminta's soul.
Jed, in the course of his varied experience afloat and ashore, had picked up a working knowledge of gasoline engines and, anyhow, as he informed his small passenger, the "Araminta's" engine didn't need any expert handling. "She runs just like some folks' tongues; just get her started and she'll clack along all day," he observed, adding philosophically, "and that's a good thing in an engine."
And if I hadn't wanted Ralph to help me, Araminta's pet would at this moment have been on the laboratory table, having its heart studied in action." Repeatedly, he strove to find justification for a pursuit which his human instinct told him had no justification. His reason was fully adequate, but something else failed at the crucial point.
But her Orlando has a heart, pure as the infantine god of love could, in his most perfect mood, delight at once to wound, and own joined to an understanding shall I say it? worthy to judge of your Araminta's And will not my sober-minded Angelina prefer, to all that palaces can afford, such society in a cottage?
She's a whiney little pussy cat, and sly as a fox, but she's sick and can't go after nuts or anything, and I thought you'd like her to have one. I didn't want her to have it. She told a story on me once and I ain't ever forgot it. I reckon 'twould be a good thing if she was to die." "Good gracious, Peggy! You sound like a vivisectionist. Araminta's mother wouldn't agree with you.
Doctor Ralph, possibly he had sometimes come in the evening, or else Miss Hitty, with some delicacy for Araminta's breakfast. Drawing down her veil, she went to the door and opened it, thinking, as she did so, that lives were often wrecked or altered by the opening or closing of a door. Anthony Dexter brushed past her and strode into the parlour.
At this juncture, Thorpe entered the kitchen, not aware that he was upon forbidden ground. Attracted by the sound of voices, he had come in, just in time to hear Araminta's last words. "Dear child!" he said, his fine old face illumined. "And so you're going to be married to the man you love! I'm so glad! God bless you!" He stooped, and kissed Araminta gently upon the forehead.
What effect this letter may have on sober-minded readers in general can easily be guessed; but Miss Warwick, who was little deserving of this epithet, was so charmed with the sound of it, that it made her totally to forget to judge of her amiable Araminta's mode of reasoning.
Had she been asked to choose, at the moment, between Araminta's dense ignorance and all of her own knowledge, embracing, as it did, a world of pain, she would have chosen gladly, the fuller life. The door-bell below rang loudly, defiantly. It was the kind of a ring which might impel the dead to answer it. Miss Evelina fairly ran downstairs. Outside stood Miss Mehitable.
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