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He had been leading a bad life, "far worse than any one knew," and now he had plainly told her he was done with her. Caleb's hot anger never lasted more than five minutes. He must have felt that her story was true, for the order of former days was reestablished, and with Saryann for housekeeper the old man had a comfortable home to the end of his days.
Of course I do not know how it is with them; but I believe their sweet temper pointed plainly to the fact that their lives had fallen in very pleasant places. Can you give me any clue to this matter? If a victorious life is possible for me, I want it. Will you help me? Thank you! Well, upon my word! There goes Pilgrim Serene, who lives in Poverty Vale, close by Caleb's fair Hebron home!
She waved her hand in deprecation. "The truth is, that this matter of Caleb's " "Oh, may all the infernal gods take Caleb! as I have reason to believe they shortly will," broke in Marcus angrily. "But that is just what I wish to prevent; we have met here to talk of Caleb." "Well, if you must talk and let us be done with him. What about Caleb?" Miriam clasped her hands.
'So you were out in the rain last night, father, in your beautiful new great-coat, said Caleb's daughter. 'In my beautiful new great-coat, answered Caleb, glancing towards a clothes-line in the room, on which the sack-cloth garment previously described, was carefully hung up to dry. 'How glad I am you bought it, father! 'And of such a tailor, too, said Caleb. 'Quite a fashionable tailor.
It was Caleb's practice to drive out to the farm on Saturday afternoon and remain until Monday morning, boasting of his successes in business and politics and listening with satisfaction to his father's unstinted praise.
The Laird motioned him to a chair, and asked abruptly. "Where have you been all day, son?" "Well, I represented the clan at church this morning, and, after luncheon here, I went down to visit the Brents at the Sawdust Pile. Stayed for dinner. Old Caleb's in rather bad shape mentally and physically, and I tried to cheer him up. Nan sang for me quite like old times."
To be led out of his stall at "midnight's solemn hour" and harnessed was more than George's equine reasoning could fathom. The harnessing was a weird and wonderful operation. Caleb's trembling fingers were all thumbs.
The pack train upon which the little community depended for needed supplies had been long overdue, and at Caleb's side as he stood in front of his house looking anxiously east was his daughter Dorothy, grown tall and pliantly straight as a lifted lance.
Caleb's ailment based itself chiefly on broken habit and the lack of something to do, and in a manner the trouble at Gordonia was a tonic.
They took Caleb's chair, and laid it down upon its side, and then put one of the side-pieces of the wheelbarrow upon it with the clean side up; and this made quite a comfortable seat for her, though it was a little unsteady. She sat down upon it, and made a good many enquiries about their plan and the progress of the work.
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