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Updated: June 9, 2025
The flame of his ego flared up at the thought. She wanted to come back to him, which was the one thing he did not want. Unwittingly, his hand rattled the door-latch. "Don't run away," she laughed. "I won't bite you." "I am not running away," he replied with child-like defiance, at the same time pulling on his mittens. "I'm only going to get some water."
But as it chances, Mistress Margery is not my wife." If I had flung the candle at him where he stood fumbling behind him for the door-latch,'twould not have made him shrink or dodge the more. "Wha what's that ye say?" he piped in shrillest cadence. "Not married? Then you you " "I lied to save her honor that was all.
And then I raged within again to think of how my love should be thus dishonored in a corner when she should have the world to clap its hands and praise her beauty. At that, and while I looked, the lawn was banded farther on by two broad beams of light; and then I knew my time was come. Feeling my way across the darkened chamber I softly tried the door-latch.
He parted with his young listener at the top and took a lonely path across the shore-pasture to a little cabin, where no light shone, built like the nest of a sea-bird on the edge of high-water mark. On the gray beach below, a small, dingy yawl, with one sail loosely bundled over the thwarts, leaned toward the door-latch as if listening for its click.
I tell you she was mighty glad when I tell her you was a friend of mine." There is a click at the door-latch. The patient starts. Corkey looks out into the store. "Here she is!" whispers Corkey, smoothing the coverlet. "How d'ye do, Mrs. Lockwin? Just step in here. Mr. Chalmers is not able to sit up." "I heard he was hurt," says Esther. "Poor man! I owe him so much!"
The half-reasoning man arose, and would have moved towards it, but suddenly he stopped rigidly, with white and parted lips and vacantly distended eyeballs. Meantime the voice and muffled tapping had brought the tremulous fingers of old Forsyth to the door-latch. He opened the door partly; a slight figure that had been lurking in the shadow of the porch pushed rapidly through the opening.
The dear mother hugs the children to her heart; outside the twinkle and beaming of the candles makes a short track of light upon the snow; the signal is all a-glow. Will the wanderer return to-night? Where is Bertha? What is this white-armed, loose-haired figure, flying up the path? Her hand is on the door-latch, and as she stands there, wan and panting, she cries, "They come! they come!
While they were thus talking, and caressing each other and the child, a shadow darkened the room, and before they could catch a glimpse of the object that had occasioned it, it vanished, and Squire Griffiths lifted the door-latch and stood before them.
"Yes, dear; but such is life," said Hannah. And there the conversation ended, and only the clatter of the loom and the whir of the wheel was heard again, the sisters working on in silence. But hark! Why has the wheel suddenly stopped and the heart of Nora started to rapid beating? A step came crashing through the crisp frost, and a hand was on the door-latch. "It is Mr. Brudenell!
Through the door at his left he caught sight of a white tub into which, he recalled sadly, not even a Geoffrey could coax a glittering drop. Yes he was at Baldpate Inn. He remembered the climb with the dazed Quimby up the snowy road, the plaint of the lovelorn haberdasher, the vagaries of the professor with a penchant for blondes, the mysterious click of the door-latch on the floor above.
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