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The view she took was the common-sense view, which probably would have been taken by nine out of ten of all Dr. Eben's friends. Who could say that it did not stand to reason, that a man would be happier with a wife, young, beautiful, of angelic sweetness of nature, and the mother of sons and daughters, than with an old, childless, and less attractive woman.
"Wal, I dunno's I want ter deny it," said Joseph, who was beginning, in Eben's company, to grow ashamed of curiosity; "I dunno's it's anything agin him," and so the men parted. It was late at night when Elder Kinney went home from the bedside of the dying woman. He had forgotten all about the letter. When he undressed, it fell from his pocket, and lay on the floor.
It's too fer out, blamed if it isn't. Yes, I know Eben's fond of drawin', an' that's the trouble. He'd fiddle around all day with a paper an' pencil if I'd let him, an' not do a hand's turn." "But suppose he should make a success of his drawing, though?" "In what way? Wouldn't it be better fer him to learn boatin' so he kin take charge of this craft some day?" "He never will do that, Captain.
Coniston, be it known, at this time is one of the famous wool towns of New England: before the industry went West, with other industries. But Eben Williams's sheep do not wholly belong to him they are mortgaged and Eben's farm is mortgaged. Jethro Bass Eben testifies to us is in the habit of visiting him once a month, perhaps, when he goes to Amos Cuthbert's. Just friendly calls.
Stair's well-known bonnet with its tall feather was on Eben's head, and after every shot or two, he waved it in the air and shouted to the assailants to come on. The half-dozen sappers who had tried the first rush were now lying flat behind stones, and one lay bunched up as if wounded. The false Stair ran to and fro firing the muskets over the shoulders of his auxiliary potato-sacks.
"So you know her, then?" The question caught Eben off guard, and his face suddenly flushed. Grimsby smiled. "She came up with you, on your last trip, didn't she?" "How d'ye know that?" Eben's hands let go of the wheel in his amazement. "Oh, I know everything. But I guess you're right, Eben. Miss Randall will never marry Donaster.
Her folks come from Jersey somewheres. But she was adopted by old Cap'n Hammond, who keeps the tavern down on the bay shore by the packet wharf, and she's lived in Trumet since she was six years old. Her father was Teunis Van Horne, and he was mate on Cap'n Eben's coastin' schooner and was drowned off Hatteras.
"Yes, your own family. Huh! that makes you listen, don't it?" There was an instant of silence. Grace, crouching on the stairs, noticed the change in her uncle's voice as he answered. "My own family?" he repeated slowly. "My own And the Reg'lar church What do you mean? Has Nat " "No, he ain't. But that cussed girl of yours " "Stop!" Eben's shout rang through the house.
Then she gave a cry of fright as Eben's body, huddled upon the ground, met her eyes. Mrs. Hampton had seen it, too, and was first by the boy's side. "Is he dead?" Jess asked in an awed voice. "No, he is alive," Mrs. Hampton replied as she felt his pulse. "But look at his face! Isn't it terribly burned!" "And his hands, arms, and body!" Jess replied. "Oh, the poor boy!"
Yet it had been simple enough, as paths to strange conclusions always are. He had returned home from Squire Eben's that morning, changed his clothes, and resumed his work in the garden. Elmira had questioned him, but he gave her no information. He had an instinct, which had been born in him, of secrecy towards womankind.
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