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Even if if I pretended to forgive him I couldn't possibly endure to to go on as if nothing had happened. Eric my first husband will always stand between us now." "Dear, are you sure that what you heard was not an exaggeration?" Mrs. Lorimer asked gently. "Oh yes, I am sure." There was utter hopelessness in Avery's reply.
"That is well," said the Reverend Stephen, and walked majestically from the room. A few seconds of awed silence followed his departure; then to Avery's horror Gracie snatched off one of her shoes and flung it violently at the door that he had closed behind him.
He's a much better chap than I am, you know," said Piers, with an odd touch of sincerity. "And he's head over ears in love with her into the bargain." "Are you trying to excuse yourself?" said Avery. He laughed. "What for? For not marrying Ina Rose? I assure you I never meant to marry her." "For trifling with her." Avery's voice was hard, but he affected not to notice.
The heat brooded over all, dense, black, threatening. "I hope it will rain soon," said Jeanie, drawing her chair close to Avery's. "There will be a storm when it does," Avery said. "I like storms, don't you?" said Jeanie. Avery shook her head. "No, dear." She was listening in tense expectancy, waiting with a dread that was almost insupportable for the music that Piers was about to make.
"They are like people who have lost each other," Jeanie said once, and the simile haunted Avery's imagination. And then one sunny day a pleasure-steamer passed quite near the shore with a band on board. They were playing The Little Grey Home in the West, and very oddly Jeanie's eyes filled with sudden tears.
Oh, why don't you wake up and be comforted? "The Lord excused Abraham, after all. But this isn't the Lord, it's Mrs. Avery's boarder. I'm afraid she isn't the Lord's kind I'm afraid not, Thomas Jefferson. I don't dare to let you hope; I've got to prepare you for the worst."
She wanted to go straight to the study and beard the lion in his den, and only Avery's most strenuous opposition restrained her. And into the midst of their tribulation came Mrs. Lorimer to mingle her tears with theirs. "What I shall do without you, Avery, I can't think," was the burden of her lament. Avery couldn't think either, for she knew better even than Mrs.
Stephen!" she cried imploringly. But her husband turned a deaf ear. With a contemptuous gesture he tossed Avery's letters upon the table and stalked from the room. Mrs. Lorimer uttered a wild cry of despair, and fell back fainting in her chair. For the next quarter of an hour Avery was fully occupied in restoring her, again assisted by Ronald.
Not if I cut it for you?" Margaret refused the cake, but unfortunately this gave her gentility in the eyes of Miss Avery's niece. "I cannot let you go on alone. Now don't. You really mustn't. I will direct you myself if it comes to that. I must get my hat. Now" roguishly "Mrs. Wilcox, don't you move while I'm gone."
There was wailing in the shallop, woman's wail and man's despair, A crash of breaking timbers on the rocks so sharp and bare, And through it all the murmur of Father Avery's prayer. From the struggle in the darkness with the wild waves and the blast, On a rock, where every billow broke above him as it passed, Alone of all his household the man of God was cast.
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