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Denner's dark library, filled with remorse and unabated rage as well, he began to realize that he had been meddlesome; and he was stung with a sudden sense that it was not honorable to have pushed his questions upon Forsythe. Gifford's relentless justice overtook him. Had he not given Forsythe the right to insult him? Would not he have protected himself against any man's prying?
The faded velvet case held only the rosy, happy face of a little child; not very pretty, perhaps, but with eyes which had smiled into Mr. Denner's for forty years, and Gifford held it in reverent hands. "Yes," said the old man, "I would like one of them to have it." "I shall remember it, sir," Gifford answered, putting the case down on the lawyer's pillow.
Denner's office was in his garden, and was of brick, like his house, but nearer the road, and without the softening touch of ivy; it was damp and mildewed, and one felt instinctively that the ancient law books must have a film of mould on their battered covers.
The kail's het, an' the cheirs is set, an' yer denner's waitin' ye there." It may have been already observed, that to Grizzie came not unfrequently an odd way of riming what she said. She was unaware of this peculiarity. The suggestion of sound by sound was as hidden from her as it was deep-seated in her and strong.
"Not that I have have changed my mind," said Mr. Denner, "but it is not improper, I am sure, that Miss Deborah's sister should give me if she will be so good her hand, that I may say good-by?" Miss Ruth did not quite understand, until Gifford motioned to her to lay her little hand in that feeble one which was groping blindly towards her. Mr. Denner's eyes were very dim.
So it happened that when Miss Ruth Woodhouse came to inquire for him, she had been in Mr. Denner's thoughts all the afternoon. "Not," he kept assuring himself, "not that I have changed my mind, not at all, but she is Miss Deborah's sister." It was after five when Mary pushed the library door open softly, and looked in, and then beckoned mysteriously to Gifford.
When they parted at the iron gate, he was more in love than ever, and Lois walked back to the rectory, thinking with a vague dissatisfaction how much she would miss the Forsythes when they left Ashurst. But Mr. Forsythe's was not the sort of love which demanded solitude or silence, so that when he saw Mr. Dale coming from Mr. Denner's little law office, he made haste to join him.
"I walked behind him all the way from the village; he looked, as though some awful thing had happened, and he walked as if he was possessed." "Oh, Mr. Denner's worse," Lois answered tearfully. Mr. Forsythe had found her on the porch, and, in spite of her grief, she looked nervously about for some one to save her from a tête-
If if I should not recover, it must be reset. Gifford came out from the shadow at the foot of the bed, and took Mr. Denner's hand. He did not speak; he had only the man's way of showing sympathy, and one weaker than Gifford could not have resisted the piteous longing for life in Mr. Denner's tone, and would have hastened to reassure him.
Denner's danger, which to some extent she realized, did not impress her so deeply; perhaps because that was, in a manner, the result of his own will, and perhaps, too, because no one quite knew how much the little gentleman suffered and how near death he was. Lois had heard Gifford's voice as she went into the sick-room, and his words of blame rung again in her ears. They emphasized Mrs.
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