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It almost seemed as if her love for Aunt Blin let loose more desperately her denunciations. There is something in human nature which turns most passionately, if it does turn, upon one's very own. "I can't bear you! I never shall! You're a horrid, monstrous, abominable, great, gray wolf! I knew you were!" Miss Bree fairly gasped. When she got breath, she said slowly, mournfully, "O Bartholomew!
Women who had received, perhaps, their last wages for the winter on Saturday night, sat in their rooms and wondered what would be on Monday. Aunt Blin was excited; strong with excitement. She went down-stairs to see Miss Smalley, who was too tired to sit up. Out of the fire, Bel Bree and Paulina Smalley had each brought something that remained by them secretly all this day.
When Aunt Blin thought over all this and told it to Bel, on their way down in the cars, she almost persuaded her niece and quite convinced herself, that Bartholomew could be dealt with on principles of honor and confidence. They would not attempt to keep the cage out of his reach; that would be almost to keep it out of their own. She would talk to Bartholomew.
As soon as her husband became sick she had taken the dish containing the remains of the rice soup, emptied it into a dirty vessel, and passed water through the dish. Then she had ordered Blin to clean it, which the latter did, scrubbing it out with sand and ashes.
It seemed ever so long before Bel could comprehend and turn her face toward the centre of it; a second of time has infinitesimal divisions, all of which one feels and measures in such a crisis. Then she and Aunt Blin came together at a sharp angle of incidence in the middle of the room, the kindlings scattered about the carpet; and there was the corollary to the exhortation.
"I have no right to judge Glenlyon, or any other man; but, as you ask me, I must say I see no likelihood of it." "Hoo can ye compleen o' my puir blin' grandfather for no forgiein' him, than? I hae ye there, mem!" "He may have repented, you know," said Mrs Courthope feebly, finding herself in less room than was comfortable.
"I don't know what you mean by that, Malcolm." "I mean, mem, 'at a blin' man, like my gran'father, canna ken himsel' richt, seein' he canna ken ither fowk richt. It's by kennin' ither fowk 'at ye come to ken yersel, mem isna't noo?" "Blindness surely doesn't prevent a man from knowing other people.
Miss Mokey had gone home with Bel and Aunt Blin, one evening lately, when there had been work to finish and they had made a "bee" of it. "See if you could help yourself if you hadn't Aunt Blin." "Why couldn't I help myself as well as she? She had a nice place all alone, before I came." "She must have half starved herself to keep it, then. Stands to reason.
He was makin' fur Ivanhoe, fur till ketch the coach; but it's a sore ondhertakin' fur a blin' man till thravel the counthry his lone, at this saison o' the year. An' it's quare where sthrangers gits till.
Bel fetched home little presents of her own to her aunt, making a pet of her: ice-cream in a paper cone, horehound candy, once, a tumbler of black currant jelly. But that last was very dear. If Aunt Blin had eaten much of other things, they could not have afforded it, for there were only half earnings now. To-morrow kept coming, but Miss Bree kept on not getting any better.
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