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Updated: June 11, 2025
"In five years," Roger told himself, "Mr. Isadore Freedom will either tone down or go stark mad." But quite probably he would tone down, for he was only a youngster, these were Isadore's wild oats. But this was no longer Deborah's youth, she had been at this job ten years. And she hadn't gone mad, she had kept herself sane, she had many sides her father knew.
I had enlisted Deborah's sympathies on our side. I felt the battle was over. I was only a "bit thing" as Deborah herself called me, and I was tolerably tired when I went up to my room that night. Not that I felt inclined for sleep. Oh dear no! I just dragged the big easy-chair to the window, and sat there listening to the patter of summer rain on the leaves.
"There's no need to shout," chattered Pash, angrily. "I know that as well as you do; I must act, however, as reason dictates. I'll prove the will and see that all is right." Then, dreading Deborah's tongue he hastily added "Good-day," and left the room. But he was not to escape so easily. Deborah plunged after him and made scathing remarks about legal manners all the way down to the door.
Denner went into his library, and after stumbling about to light his lamp, and stirring his fire to have a semblance, at least, of cheer, he sat down and meditated further on this subject of Miss Deborah's housekeeping. It was a dreary room, with lofty ceilings and few and narrow windows.
In endless multitudes they came marching, marching, spreading, spreading, like wide bobbing fields of flowers rolling out across the land, toward a great round flashing sun above a distant rim of hills. The sun rose strangely dazzling. It filled the heavens with blinding light. He felt himself drawn up and up while from somewhere far behind he heard the cry of Deborah's child.
Roger saw little of Deborah in the weeks that followed. She was gathering her forces for the long struggle she saw ahead. And his own worries filled his mind. On his house he succeeded in borrowing five thousand dollars at ten per cent, and in his office he worked out a scheme along the lines of Deborah's plan. At first it was only a struggle to save the remnants of what was left.
Miss Deborah's lips parted with amazement; she appeared to find some difficulty in closing them again. "Set the parlour chimney on fire, Mr. Jan!" "Very careless of him," continued Jan, with composure. "He had no business to carry gunpowder about with him. Of course they won't believe but he flung it in purposely." Miss Deborah could not gather her senses. "Who won't? the ladies at Chalk Cottage?"
Miss Deborah's housekeeping you know there's no such cooking in Ashurst; and she's very economical. But then, Miss Ruth is artistic, and" here a fine wavering blush crept over his little face "she is ah pretty, Henry. And the money is equally divided," he added, with a visible effort to return to practical things. "I know. Yes, it's very puzzling.
Laura looked for the moment nonplussed. "And what of my wishes?" she inquired. "Your wishes," said Deborah steadily. "You want a divorce, don't you so do I. And you want it quiet and so do I. I want it so hard that I want to make sure." Deborah's tone was kinder now, and she came over close to her sister. "Look here, Laura, if I've been hard, forgive me please and let me help.
She knew likewise that it was Horace's intention to settle in England as soon as his term of service should expire, and it would then be time for Edith to select from her numerous admirers the one she most preferred, but until that time she should be exceedingly sorry to part with her. "Do you intend spending the day at Mrs. Deborah's?" enquired Mrs.
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