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It was the happiest evening Bessie had had since Hatty's death; it was such a relief to see Edna's face bright with smiles, and to hear the satisfied tones of her voice, and to meet the quiet look of content on Mr. Sinclair's face. He was not a demonstrative man, and a stranger would hardly have thought his manner lover-like, but it was evident that he and Edna understood each other perfectly.
As in the case of Josephine, obligation fixed the limit of Edna's expression. She was at that moment, wearing a shirt-waist which Josephine had purchased only to find it too small for comfort in wearing. During the three weeks before the game with Exeter, nine practice games were played between the first team and the scrubs. In these Hester Alden played right guard.
Murray has taken his orphan, Huldah, to Le Bocage; has adopted her I believe; at all events, is educating her." Edna's face grew radiant. "Oh! I am glad to hear it! Poor little Huldah needed a friend, and she could not possibly have fallen into kinder hands than Mr. Murray's." "There certainly exists some diversity of opinion on that subject.
He shook it off, and, stretching out his arm, put her gently but firmly away, saying, coldly: "There is a chair, Gertrude." Edna's eyes looked steadily into his, with an expression of grave, sorrowful reproof of expostulation; and the flush deepened on his face as his eyes fell before her rebuking gaze.
You may still let the influence of this trial guide you to a higher and better life. Would not this make things more bearable?" Bessie's words, spoken with intense earnestness, seemed to stir Edna's mind, rousing it from its bitter apathy of hopeless remorse and grief; a faint light came into her eyes. "Do you think I could grow better that Neville would ever hear of me? Oh, I should like to try.
Everything depended upon her. It was too hard for her. To exist in this state of uncertainty was impossible for a woman of Edna's organization. At any hour Captain Horn might appear. How should she receive him? What had she to say to him? For the rest of that day and the whole of the night, her mind never left this question: "What am I to say to him?"
"Miss Edna, will you ride?" Mr. Monteith asked when the greetings were over. Edna's eyes sought her mother's for reply. It was not every gentleman, be he ever so great and rich, that this primitive, independent father and mother would entrust with their treasure, their one ewe lamb. "Yes. Edna might go, but he would be sure to bring her home before dark?"
'Are your people well? That is all he said; but of course he will never forgive me; men are like that." "He may not think that you want to be forgiven," returned Bessie. Edna's color rose. "He will never know it," she said proudly; but the next moment her tone changed. "Oh, Bessie, what shall I do? Sometimes I am so miserable that I hardly know how I am to go on living.
Instead, he reloaded his revolver very carefully, and then sat in the best room of the cottage by the derelict brickfield, looking anxious and perplexed, and listening to talk about Bill and his ways, and thinking, thinking. Then suddenly Edna's aunt, with a thrill in her voice, announced the appearance of that individual. He was coming with two others of his gang through the garden gate.
Finally, the book was bound; editors' copies winged their way throughout the country; the curious eagerly supplied themselves with the latest publication; and Edna's destiny as an author hung in the balance. It was with strange emotions that she handled the copy sent to her, for it seemed indeed a part of herself.
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