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There was certainly nothing in Dosia's quietly impersonal attitude to call it forth. Her face no longer swiftly mirrored each fleeting emotion at all times, for any one to see. Poor Dosia had learned in a bitter school her woman's lesson of concealment. But, if Girard were only sensibly consulting with her, toward Lois his sympathy was instinct with strength and helpfulness.
She tossed her head in defiance of some sudden unspoken thought. As she lifted her eyes, fired by pride, she saw the comet all a-glitter in the darkening sky. She hardly knew that he had seized her hand; but his importunity must be answered. "D'rec'ly after the 'lection 'lection day, 'Dosia?" he urged.
"Yes, I'm coming," Dosia called back. "There's nothing the matter!" She had run from the room without looking up at that figure beside her, snatching a glass of water automatically from the dining-table as she passed by it. Fast as her feet might carry her, they could not keep pace with her beating heart. When the telephone-bell rang a moment after, it was to confirm the tidings given before.
He seemed to make an instinctive movement as if to draw back, that sent the swift color to her cheeks and then turned them white. Were all the men in the place trying to avoid her? Dosia thought, with bitter humor; but, if it were so, he instantly recovered himself, and came forward, hat in hand, with a quick access of bright courtesy, a punctilious warmth of manner.
The color was more brilliant than ever in her cheeks, her lips redder, her eyes more deeply blue. The children exclaimed over their "pretty mama." She looked younger, more beautiful, than Dosia had ever seen her. She could not help saying: "How lovely you are, Lois! And you're all dressed up, too; do you expect any one?" "Only Justin," said Lois.
The thing that had unaccountably stirred her most since her arrival was an unexpected meeting with Bailey Girard. Dosia, with Zaidee and Redge held by either hand and pressing close to her as they walked merrily along, suddenly came upon a gray-clad figure emerging from the post-office.
"Ain't ye got no jedgmint," she temporized, laughing unmirthfully, "axin' sech a question ez that under that onlucky comet!" "I hev been waitin' so long, 'Dosia!" It was the first suggestion of complaint she had ever heard from him. "Then ye air used ter waitin', an' 't won't kill ye ter wait a leetle longer. I'll let ye know 'lection day."
"I forgive you, Dosia," he said gently, "and oh, it's so good to see you once more, darling. There hasn't been an hour since I left you that I haven't longed for your sweet face. If I had thought you really cared I'd have gone back. But I thought you didn't. It broke my heart. You did though, didn't you?" "Oh, yes, yes, yes," she said, holding him more closely, with her tears falling.
Dosia read to them, made merry for them, and saw to her household, which was dependent on the services of a new and untrained maid, going back in the interval to put her young arms around Lois and hold her close with aching pity. The suspense of these days had changed Lois terribly.
He held his thin trembling arms around her and devoured her face with his eyes. "Dosia, when did you come? Did you know I was sick?" "Wes, I can't talk till you say you've forgiven me." "Oh, Dosia, you have just as much to forgive. We were both too set. I should have been more considerate." "Just say, I forgive you, Dosia," she entreated.
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