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"'Not so easily, fairy, or whoe'er thou art, I said; for I saw that her boat was well furnished with both bailing-bowl and sponge, and I reached out for them, saying, 'I'm going on the track, farther out. "She divined my intent, and quick as was my thought were her two hands; she cast both bowl and sponge into the sea. "'Mr. Axtell, she said; 'there's a power in the world greater than your own.
I moved about the room, arranged the fire on a more quiet basis, and then, finding nothing else to do, stood before it, hoping that Miss Axtell would lie down again. In taking something from my pocket I must have drawn out the trophy of my tower-victory, for Miss Axtell suddenly said, "You've dropped something, Miss Percival." Turning, I picked it up hastily, lest she should recognize it.
"What strange people one does find in this world!" said Sophie, as I gave her the history of my defeat. "Now this Axtell family are past my comprehension." "Ah! a family. I didn't think him a married man." "Neither is he." "Then what is the family?" "The mother, a sister, and himself." "Do you know the sister?" "Just a little.
"Quite a different person, Sir. But what is your new sexton's name?" "That is more sensible. His name is Abraham Axtell." "What sort of person is he?" "The strangest man in all my parish. I cannot make him out. Have you seen him?" "No. Is there any harm in my making his acquaintance?" "What an absurd question!" said Sophie.
Carefully I let in the light, until, without a shock, Miss Axtell learned that the room below contained Bernard McKey. "They did not understand me," she said, "or they would not have brought me here thus." After a long, long lull, Miss Axtell thanked me for telling her alone, where no one else could see how the knowledge played around her heart.
I am something more substantial." "I see, very"; and before I could divine her intent, she had lifted up my face in both her hands and held my eyes in her own intensity of gaze, as, oh, long ago! I remember my mother to have done, when she doubted my perfect truth. Miss Axtell was engaged in looking over old treasured letters, bits of memory-memoranda, when I arrived.
Abraham had found out the crime of his father, had cruelly sent it home on his own head, had said that a murderer's son could never find rest in the family of Axtell, had sent him forth, with hatred in his heart, to work out in shadow the very deed his father had wrought in substance, to destroy Mary Percival, the child of his best friend, and to strike from off the earth Abraham's arch of light.
I pulled dead grassy fibres again, and said nothing. The second time he bent to the mound of earth, and said, "Please tell me now, Miss Anna, whose grave this is;" and there were tears in his eyes that made them for the moment grandly brown. "Truly, Mr. Axtell, I do not know. I've been so busy with the living that I've not thought much of this place.
"This bit of paper, found in New York, had once been integral with that I had found within the church-yard tower in Redleaf," some inner voice assured me. "Yes, it is a part of it," I said, for I distinctly remembered the fragment whose possession I had so rejoiced over. Some one had written a letter to Miss Axtell; the envelope was torn, one part there, another here.
Sophie said that "it would renew Chloe's youth; she certainly would send her." Good-byes were spoken, and we went down. Mr. Axtell was still treading the hall below. He thanked Sophie for her kindness to Miss Lettie, shook hands genially with Aaron, looked at me, and we were gone. I carried Miss Lettie's message to Chloe.
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