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Beth looked round the room, perplexed, then fixed her eyes on his beard, and watched it waggle with interest. "Ask her if she knows anything about the other gentleman," Captain Keene put in jocosely "here's to his health!" and he emptied his glass. Beth's great eyes settled upon him with sudden fixity. "I suppose you never heard of the devil?" he proceeded.
She failed to observe his gesture, so absorbed were all her faculties in the maze of facts in which she was somewhat helplessly struggling. "Could Searle have written such a letter as that?" she said. "What for?" "For money if he wrote it," said Glen. "Did he touch you for a loan?" Beth's eyes were widely blazing. Her lips were white and stiff.
There was No. , where he had left Beth at the door. He had just passed a few more doors when a familiar voice startled him. It was Arthur Grafton! Clarence felt ill at ease for a moment, but Arthur's tone was so kind it dispelled his embarrassment. They talked for a few moments, then parted; and Clarence, looking back a moment later, saw Arthur ring the bell at Beth's boarding-place.
Beth was accordingly allowed to run wild, and expected to see nothing; but all the time her mind was being involuntarily stored with observations from which, in time to come, for want of instruction, she would be forced to draw her own often erroneous conclusions. Kitty's departure was Beth's first great grief, and she suffered terribly.
Van had read and comprehended the full significance of the lines before he realized some error had been made that this piece of Beth's letter had been placed by mistake in the envelope for him to take, instead of the letter Glen had written.
Jarvis was ready to forgive and forget. So was Mr. Huntley, she felt sure. Of course, he was grieved and hurt at Beth's conduct. He could not understand why she had gone away without a word of farewell. She herself had smoothed matters over as well as she could, but the worry of it all had got on her nerves. She did not pretend to understand what strange notions Beth had got into her head.
Catherine's broke up, Miss Bey, who happened to be going that way, good-naturedly undertook to see Beth safely to her destination. Miss Clifford held Beth's hand long, and gazed into her face earnestly when she took leave of her. "I shall hear of you again," she said, "and I pray God it may be good news; but it depends upon yourself, Beth. We are free agents.
A mind with nothing else in it, in Beth's sense of the word, was to Beth what plainness is to beauty; so, while many of her contemporaries were stultifying themselves with Greek and Latin ingenuities, she pursued the cultivation of that in herself which is beyond our ordinary apprehension, that which is more potent than knowledge, more fertilising to the mind that by which knowledge is converted from a fallow field into a fruitful garden.
Then it was that Jo, living in the darkened room, with that suffering little sister always before her eyes and that pathetic voice sounding in her ears, learned to see the beauty and the sweetness of Beth's nature, to feel how deep and tender a place she filled in all hearts, and to acknowledge the worth of Beth's unselfish ambition to live for others, and make home happy by that exercise of those simple virtues which all may possess, and which all should love and value more than talent, wealth, or beauty.
I assured her that everything was "hunky doory" at home, praised the telephone service, my expedition to town, and painted my return ride with "the honest farmer" in glowing terms. I was suddenly halted in my eulogy by becoming aware of an amazed expression on my wife's countenance, a most suspicious glance in Beth's wide-open eyes, and a very knowing wink from Rob.
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