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He was not the kind of man to consider the snug rectory houses or fat glebes, but rather the kind of man to take upon himself some long-neglected parish, and ruin himself in building church and schools. Fortunately for Bessie's hopes, however, Colonel Wendover did not know this. The Curate complained to Aunt Betsy of her brother's hardness.
But Bessie's tears in those days were like April showers, and she was soon as joyous and gay as ever, and entered heart and soul into the improvements and repairs which were to make Stoneleigh habitable for the Hon.
Shaken with emotion, weak and shivering, she stood looking round the empty room, peopling it with its familiar circle. There was Bessie's place, and there Franky's especial chair. There, by the little table on one side of the fire the boarder had sat every evening, book in hand, but eyes wandering ever in Deleah's direction.
"An' why weren't you askin' she t' come back with un th' day?" asked Mrs. Gray. "Oh, I wish she had!" exclaimed Emily. "I were askin' she," he explained, "but she were thinkin' she'd wait till th' New Year. Her mother's rare busy th' week wi' th' men all in from th' bush, an' needin' Bessie's help." "An' how's th' folk findin' th' fur?" asked Mrs. Gray as she poured the tea. "Wonderful fine.
He took her hands, she not refusing to yield them, and said, "It is my belief that we are as fond of each other as ever we were, Bessie, and that neither of us will ever care half so much for anybody else?" "It is my belief too, Harry." Bessie's eyes shone and her tongue trembled, but how happy she was! And he bowed his head for several minutes in silence.
"Or if you want to be nearer Harry, Olive, leave the boy with us. You know we'd take good care of him." "I know you would; but I couldn't leave my baby," Mrs. Horton said quickly. "Bessie, my sister, you know, has a plan " But Araminta called Sunny just then and he ran off without hearing about Aunt Bessie's plan. Sunny Boy had a plan of his own, and he was determined to carry it through.
Oh, am I going to die? I cannot die. I cannot! Don't let me die! Don't; don't." It was like the cry of a frightened child begging a reprieve from punishment, and that piteous "Don't! don't!" rang in Bessie's ears long after the lips which uttered the words were silent in death. During their journeyings together, Daisy had shown the best there was in her and had really seemed trying to reform.
How triumphant she felt, how her eyes sparkled when Reggie said at once he should like to rather! "And Mr. Boult will stay to tea too, mama," Deleah said quickly. She did not need the heavy silence which fell to tell she had offended; not Bessie's warning scowl, nor her mother's piteous look of appeal. As no one seconded the invitation, "Do stay," Deleah said. And he gracefully yielded.
He knew a good deal about this Miss Palliser from Bessie's letters, which had given him a detailed account of her chosen friend.
"I think it will be wisest, best; and I am sure this discreetest of women," still holding Bessie's hand, "will agree with me. You need not sit through the service. Hiram can bring you down after it has begun; and you may sit in the vestry till the clerk calls you. I'll preach a short sermon to-night," with a benignant chuckle. He had his will. Some feeling that it would please Mrs.
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