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"One step into Araminta's room, one word addressed to her, and it costs you just exactly one hundred dollars." He opened the other door and pointed suggestively down the hill, She lost no time in obeying the gesture, but scudded down the road as though His Satanic Majesty himself was in her wake.
Hour after hour, and day after day, passed with Angelina, in anxious expectation of her Araminta's return home. Her time hung heavy upon her hands, for she had no companion with whom she could converse; and one odd volume of Rousseau's Eloise, and a few well-thumbed German plays, were the only books which she could find in the house.
I hope there ain't any brooms in Heaven and that she's havin' a good rest now. "Araminta's goin' on nineteen, and she's a sensible girl, if I do say it as shouldn't. She's never spoke to a man except to say 'yes' and 'no. I've taught her to steer clear of 'em, and even when she was only seven years old, she'd run if she saw one coming.
By a singular coincidence, it fitted Araminta's third finger exactly. "Oh-h!" she cried, her cheeks glowing. "For me?" "Yes, for you till I get you another one. This was my mother's ring, sweetheart. I found it among my father's things. Will you wear it, for her sake and for mine?" "I'll wear it always," answered Araminta, her great grey eyes on his, "and I don't want any other ring.
You walk in that path and turn neither to the right nor the left, and you won't have no trouble here or anywheres else." "Yes, Aunt Hitty," said the girl, dutifully. "It must be awful to be burned." Miss Mehitable looked about her furtively, then drew her chair closer to Araminta's.
The cloth was none too fine and the little garments were awkwardly cut and badly sewn, but every stitch had been guided by a great love. Araminta's first shoes were there, too soft, formless things of discoloured white kid. Folded in a yellowed paper was a tiny, golden curl, snipped secretly, and marked on the outside: "Minty's hair."
Araminta's whole heart yearned toward Ralph yearned unspeakably. In something else, surely, Aunt Hitty was wrong. "Araminta," said Thorpe, his voice shaking; "dear child, come here." She followed him into the house. His trembling old hands lighted a candle and she saw that his eyes were full of tears. From an inner pocket, he drew out a small case, wrapped in many thicknesses of worn paper.
Do you, Daddy?" "I went to school with a boy named Jaspar Sites," Daddy stopped whistling to answer. "Guess he's the same. Araminta helps Grandma I know her, and Jimmie I've met before. But I must say the others haven't the pleasure of my acquaintance who is Dorabelle, may I ask?" "They're Araminta's brothers and sisters," explained Sunny Boy. "They live down the road. Let's fish now, Daddy."
I didn't mean to hurt Miss Araminta's feelings, but that brother of hers is a snuff-the-moon old snob, and I was determined he shouldn't get a penny of that sapphire money if I could help it, and I told Miss Araminta a few firm facts. After a while she blew her nose and wiped her eyes and I had no further trouble.
Suppose Araminta's cat had been sacrificed, and he had been obliged to tell Ralph? One more experiment was absolutely necessary. He was nearly satisfied, but not quite. It would be awkward to have Ralph make any unpleasant discoveries, and he could not very well keep him out of the laboratory, now, without arousing his suspicion.
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