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It may come to its full stature in an hour. From that night Rilla Blythe's soul was the soul of a woman in its capacity for suffering, for strength, for endurance. When the bitter dawn came she rose and went to her window. Below her was a big apple-tree, a great swelling cone of rosy blossom. Walter had planted it years ago when he was a little boy.
"No," said the big woman, speaking for the first time, "this place belongs to us. We bought it from the Brewsters last fall. They moved to Greenvale. Our name is Chapley." Poor Rilla fell back on her pillow, quite overcome. "I beg your pardon," she said. "I I thought the Brewsters lived here. Mrs. Brewster is a friend of mine. I am Rilla Blythe Dr. Blythe's daughter from Glen St. Mary.
He had been one of the few as sanguine as Percival and Blythe's manner now reassured him. Copper had obviously not gone wrong. "Ah, Blythe, how did we close? Mr. Blythe, my grandfather, Mr. Bines." Blythe was the model of easy, indolent, happy middle-age.
"Dominion Dominion Clothing Company," they heard him say; "Quebec, Canada." There followed an awful pause. That would have been the time for the scouts to speak. But none spoke. "Hold on a minute," they heard Mr. Ferrett say, just as two men were about to lift the canvas stretcher which they had slipped under Blythe's body; "just a moment."
He sat and talked to her with a magnificent unbending, and she took his airs as no more than his right, and was well contented with them. "And now, Reuben," cried Fuller, who, like everybody else, had noticed Miss Blythe's curious behavior to Ezra and was disturbed by it "and now, Reuben, if thee hast got the old lady into fettle, let's have a taste of her quality.
After many weeks of struggling on my part to keep out of Miss Blythe's way, and to prevent the state of my feelings from being observed by her struggles which I afterwards found to my confusion had been quite obvious to her I found myself standing alone, one Sunday afternoon, in the doctor's drawing-room, meditating on the joys of childhood, as exemplified by thunderous blows on the floor above and piercing shouts of laughter.
But I think we have him checkmated. By night we ought to have the bulk of the treasure on board. Once we get it the Argos will show him her heels." Four bells sounded, six, eight. Dugan came down from the bridge to report to me. "Captain Blythe's party coming down to the beach, sir." Two of the men were carrying a large chest.
In the glare of the light one of the scouts lifted a small locket that dangled on a cord around Blythe's neck, and several of the boys looked at it. Blythe either did not know what they did, or he did not care. At all events he did not object. This seemed odd to them considering how he had clutched the thing before.
"Walk softly." They entered the sleeping shack, "Blythe's Bunk," and tiptoed to the spot where Blythe usually lay. Then Roy turned on his light. The two scouts stood appalled, speechless. Blythe's old shabby coat which he always folded and used as a pillow was there with the depression made by his head still in it. But Blythe had gone away.... Warde had always his wits with him.
"No, no; it's a lady who lived in France, an' thought she was sent to deliver her country from from I don't know all what, an' put on men's clo'es an' armour, an' went out to battle, an' was burnt." "Bu'nt!" shouted Dolly, with sparkling eyes; "oh, what fun! We're goin' to bu'n you, Pompey." They called him by Lilly Blythe's name.
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