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One of the two must be driven out through the ugly gate of adultery. They must part as enemies and they must sacrifice some third person as a blood-offering on the altar. It is a strange thing that the lamb, which is the symbol of innocence and harmlessness, should have always been the favorite for sacrifice. Charity Coe had happened along at the convenient moment. "Mrs.
And the mere sensation of being alive almost overwhelmed them. And further on they passed a house that stood by itself away from the road towards the cliffs. It had a sloping garden and a small greenhouse. The gate leading to the road was ajar, but the blinds of all the windows were drawn, and there was no sign of life anywhere. "That's the house," said Edward Coe, briefly.
He dropped his head suddenly and closed his eyes in reverence. "For what we are about to partake of, Lord, make us duly thankful. Amen!" His countenance became animated again. "Try them biscuit. I made 'em this morning 'twixt Marcy Coe selectin' that piece of gingham for a new dress and John Peckham buying cordage for his smack. But they warmed up right nice in the oven."
She was delicious. When Dyckman learned of Cheever's extra establishment it enraged him. He had let Cheever push him aside and carry off Charity Coe, and now he must watch Cheever push Charity Coe aside and carry on the next choice of his whims. To Dyckman, Charity was perfection. To lose her and find her in the ash-barrel with Cheever's other discarded dolls was intolerable.
It was at least a week before Solomon Coe could be induced to open his lips before Richard, beyond the utterance of a few pithy sentences; not that the smouldering embers of jealousy had been fanned in the mean time for Richard had been prudence itself in his behavior to Harry but because the miner could not comprehend the young fellow, and therefore distrusted him.
Coe went on, as they stood waiting for the bell to be answered. So Charles, well pleased, was left outside with the young girl, while his mother "went over the house." In a few minutes, however, she reappeared, and in a somewhat hurried and excited tone observed, "I think this place will do, my dears; but there is a good deal to talk about and settle, which will take me some time.
On a chintz-covered sofa, in the most retired corner of this parlor, sat Solomon Coe and Harry Trevethick, and it was difficult to say in which of their countenances the most astonishment appeared when the young painter presented himself at the door. Harry's cheeks, which were not pale before, became crimson, though she neither moved nor spoke.
"What a fellow you are to be at such games when an important matter is at stake! Why, here is the lode, man." "It is very valuable, I dare say, Mr. Coe, but it is worth more to one man than to two." "Great Heaven! what do you mean?" cried Solomon, while a sudden sweat bedewed his forehead. "You would not murder a man to dissolve a partnership?" "Certainly not. I shall leave him to die, that's all.
"Exactly like a little woman, isn't she?" said Edward Coe, enchanted by the vision. "Exactly!" Olive Two agreed. "Nice little thing! But how tired and unwell she looks! They did well to bring her away." "Oh!" said Edward Coe, "she probably didn't sleep well because she was afraid of oversleeping herself. She looked perfectly all right yesterday."
In blissless ignorance of it, Zada had been inspired to set a firm of sleuths on Charity's trail. She wanted to be able to convince Cheever that Charity was intrigued with Dyckman. The operators who kept Mrs. Charity Coe Cheever under espionage had the most stupid things to report to Zada. To Zada's disgust, Mrs. Cheever never called upon Jim Dyckman, and he never called on her.
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