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"Yes," he said, "this is a long good-by to Ashurst." "Mr. Forsythe," said Gifford, with an edge of anger in his voice which could not have escaped even a more indifferent ear than Dick's, "may I ask if Dr. Howe knows of your plans?" Dick looked up, with a sudden ugly shadow coming across the sunny brightness of his face. "I don't know what I've done to deserve this concern on your part, Mr.
She 'ad a lovin-'eart; I guess 'twas broken. But us never knu nothin'!" He looked up as if for approval of his story, but Ashurst had walked past him as if he were not there. Up on the top of the hill, beyond where he had spread the lunch, over, out of sight, he lay down on his face. So had his virtue been rewarded, and "the Cyprian," goddess of love, taken her revenge!
When one is as young as Ashurst, pity is not a violent emotion. And, back in the Hallidays' sitting-room, eating a ravenous tea, he felt much like a man recovered from fever. Everything seemed new and clear; the tea, the buttered toast and jam tasted absurdly good; tobacco had never smelt so nice. And walking up and down the empty room, he stopped here and there to touch or look.
Denner's looks, and Mrs. Dale's bad taste in being a matchmaker. He would be at home for one day the next week; business had called him from Lockhaven, and on his way back he would stay a night in Ashurst. The little ladies were flurried with happiness.
"Did Ashurst watch him?" "Only carelessly. Says he saw him walk on down Freeman Avenue as if he intended going into the town." "What did the clerk see? What did this fellow do in the Maplewood Inn lobby?" "Nothing came in, bought a pack of cigarettes, and went out." "Anybody else seen him?" "Not so far as we've been able to discover." "Has he ever registered at any of the hotels here?"
Then the girl seized his hand, put it to her cheek, her heart, her lips, kissed it passionately, and fled away among the mossy trunks of the apple trees, till they hid her from him. Ashurst sat down on a twisted old tree growing almost along the ground, and, all throbbing and bewildered, gazed vacantly at the blossom which had crowned her hair those pink buds with one white open apple star.
"Mamma says that she received yesterday the note that I enclose, and that she sends it to you to read." The note was from Maria Leslie, and was dated from a country- town whither she had gone to stay with some friends, shortly after Graham's departure from Ashurst. "Dearest Georgie, "I feel that you are the first person to whom I should write the news that I am engaged to be married to Mr. Norris.
The winter was passing very quietly in Ashurst; the only really great excitement was Helen's letter about the fire and Colonel Drayton's attack of gout. Life went on as it had as far back as any one cared to remember, with the small round of church festivals and little teas, and the Saturday evening whist parties at the rectory.
A blowing sound, and the glim of the candle which was fingering the dusk above, went out; silence reigned. Ashurst withdrew into the room and sat down; his knee pained him, and his soul felt gloomy. "You go to the kitchen," he said; "I'm going to bed."
Owen immediately clambered on to the wreck, and was then able to drag up the other person. "Ashurst, is it you?" he asked, recognising his messmate. "Yes, but I am fearfully hurt in the side and leg, and have no strength left to help myself." Ashurst continued to groan. He had not yet discovered that it was Owen who had assisted him.
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