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"I haven't promised anything or anybody," Patty answered sedately, gaining her self-control by degrees, "but I won't deny that I'm considering; that's true!" "Considerin' who?" asked Cephas, turning pale. "Oh, SEVERAL, if you must know the truth"; and Patty's tone was cruel in its jauntiness. "SEVERAL!" The word did not sound like ordinary work-a-day Riverboro English in Cephas's ears.
Charlotte knitted fast; her face was very pale. "I've come over here," said Deborah Thayer, "to find out what my son has done." There was not a sound, except the thud of Cephas's rolling-pin. "Mr. Barnard!" said Deborah. Cephas did not seem to hear her. "Mr. Barnard!" she said, again. There was that tone of command in her voice which only a woman can accomplish.
But this was always on the little porch in front of Captain Cephas's house, or by his kitchen fire in the winter. Captain Eli did not like the smell of tobacco smoke in his house, or even in front of it in summer-time, when the doors were open.
The paste adhered to the rolling-pin; he raised it with an effort; his hands were helplessly sticky. Sarah could restrain herself no longer. She went into the pantry and got a dish of flour, and spooned out some suddenly over the board and Cephas's hands. "You've got to have some more flour," she said, in a desperate tone. Cephas's black eyes flashed at her.
Captain Cephas's countenance wore an air of the deepest concern, but he thought that the best thing to do was to get the stranger away. As they walked rapidly toward Captain Eli's house there was very little said by either Captain Cephas or the stranger. The latter seemed anxious to give Mrs.
My Uncle Cephas's library was stored with a large variety of pleasing literature. I did not observe a glut of theological publications, and I will admit that I felt somewhat aggrieved personally when, in answer to my inquiry, I was told that there was no "New England Primer" in the collection.
The mild and gentle ones enough, will be settin' in the kitchen rocker read-in' the almanac when there ain't no wood in the kitchen box, no doughnuts in the crock, no pies on the swing shelf in the cellar, an' the young ones goin' round without a second shift to their backs!" Cephas's mind was far away during this philosophical dissertation on the ways of women.
Phoebe, it seems, had always secretly admired, respected, and loved Cephas Cole! Never since her pale and somewhat glassy blue eye had opened on life had she beheld a being she could so adore if encouraged in the attitude. The moment this unusual and unexpected poultice was really applied to Cephas's wounds, they began to heal.
It was to both women as if they felt by some subtle sense the brewing of a tempest. Charlotte unobtrusively moved her chair a little nearer her lover's; her purple delaine skirt swept his knee; both of them blushed and trembled with Cephas's black eyes upon them.
It had been foolish, perhaps, for him to go up to the store at such a time as this, but the mischief had been done. Old feelings had come back to him, and he would be glad to celebrate Christmas this year if he could think of any good way to do it. And the result of his mental observations was that he went over to Captain Cephas's house to talk to him about it.
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