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Madelon cast a desperate glance around at them. "Lot Gordon," she cried out, "tell them tell them I was the one who stabbed you, and set Burr free!" There was a chuckle from Jonas Hapgood in the door. "Likely story," he muttered to Margaret Bean's husband, and the old man nodded wisely. "Tell them!" commanded Madelon.
Long, smooth loops of sallow hair fell from Margaret Bean's clean white cap over her cheeks, which looked as if they had been scrubbed and rasped red with tears. Her own gray hair was strained back out of sight not to be discovered, even when there was a murder in the house. "Does he know anybody?" queried David Hautville. "Just as well as ever he did."
Within the instant the meeting-house steeple broke into a tongue of flame, and then, looking towards home, he fancied that the fireball dropped to earth in Squire Bean's meadow. The wind blew more fiercely now. There was a sudden crackling of wood, falling of old timers, and breaking of glass.
He had been worrying himself over the unfortunate case of his friend, and now that Fate seemed to have provided a solution, it would be rash to interfere merely to ease the old bean's mind. If Squiffy was going to reform because he thought he had seen an imaginary snake, better not to let him know that the snake was a real one. "Dashed serious!" he said. "Bally dashed serious!" agreed Squiffy.
To be sure, this is a bit less incredible when we know that Bean's mother, at his advent, thought far less highly of Bean's father than on the occasion, seven years before, when she had consented to be endowed with all his worldly goods.
I tell you when these fifty-five new doctors git scattered over the country there'll be consid'able many folks keepin' house under ground. Dick Bean's goin' to stop a spell with Rufe an' Steve Waterman. That'll make one more to play in the river." "Rufus ain't hardly got his workin' legs on yit," allowed Mr. Wiley, "but Steve's all right. He's a turrible smart driver, an' turrible reckless, too.
He'd known chaps to pretend to get in by making a great splashing with one hand, after they were left alone. He overcame a few of the earlier exercises in jiu-jitsu and committed Bean's form to the deep. "Righto!" he exclaimed. "Does it every time. Shiver all you like. Good for you! Now then clothes! Clothes and things, Man! Oh, here they are to be sure! How stupid of me! Feel better already, yes?
Once there, he whimpered protestingly. One of the few clear beliefs he had about a perplexing social system was that nothing hurtful could befall him once he had gained that couch. It was sanctuary. Bean's next emotion was sympathy for the dog's fright. He tottered across to the couch, mumbling little phrases of reassurance to the abject Nap. He sat down beside him, and put a kindly arm about him.
"He had a splendid constitution from a boy, but he was always afraid it wouldn't last him. The seat back o' 'Squire Bean's is the old Peabody pew ain't that the Peabody pew you're scrubbin', Nancy?" "I believe so," Nancy answered, never pausing in her labours. "It's so long since anybody sat there, it's hard to remember." "It is the Peabodys', I know it, because the aisle runs right up facin' it.
He spoke soothingly to him, and walked with him over the mill, telling him of changes that might be made, and asking him questions till he grew cheerful again, and more like his usual self; then taking possession of Silas Bean's sleigh that was "hitched" at the mill-door, he proposed to drive him home, because the March sun had melted the new-fallen snow, leaving the street both slippery and wet, as he took care to explain, so that he need not suspect that he was more careful than usual about him.
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