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Updated: June 18, 2025
What did John Dempsey want with calling on Miss Henderson and why had he made a rather teasing mystery of it to her, Jenny? "Wouldn't you like to know, Miss Inquisitive?" Yes, Jenny would like to know. Of course Miss Henderson was engaged to Captain Ellesborough, and all that. But that was no reason why she should carry off Jenny's "friend," as well as her own.
"That, I suppose, was what made him want to buy the whole place! If I'd taken his advice, Janet, I should have been just cleaned out!" "What's the good of being economical when one's going to be married!" said Ellesborough, joyously. "Why " Rachel interrupted him with a hand on his shoulder. "And we've settled our plans, Janet that is, if you're agreeable.
She herself left a vegetable stew ready for supper, safely simmering in a hay-box, and walked towards the potato field with Ellesborough. On the way they fell in with Hastings, the bailiff, who was walking fast, and seemed to be in some excitement. "Miss Leighton that old fool Halsey has given notice!" Janet stopped in dismay.
Hastings, for the first time, told the story of the blood-marks, and of two or three other supposed visions of a man, tall and stooping, with a dark sallow face, which persons working on the farm, or walking near it on the hill, had either seen or imagined. Ellesborough finally had jumped on his motor-bicycle and ridden off to the police depot at Millsborough.
But nevertheless, the more Ellesborough was set on a pinnacle by this enthusiastic friend and spectator of his daily life, the more Rachel's friend trembled for Rachel. A lover "not too bright and good" to understand and forgive that was what was wanted. She reached the farm-gate about two o'clock, and Rachel was there, waiting for her.
"We must get rid of our abominable shyness, and let your people really see how we really welcome them." Rachel gave a little defiant shake of the head. "America's got to thank us, too!" she said, with a challenging look at Ellesborough. "We've borne it for four years. Now it's your turn!" "Well, here we are," said Ellesborough quietly, "up to the neck. But of course don't thank us.
"There are horrid holes in this floor. I haven't had time to mend them." As she spoke, she slipped and almost fell. Ellesborough threw out a quick hand and caught her by the arm. She smiled into his face. "Neatly done!" she said composedly, submitting to be led by him over a very broken bit of pavement near the door. His hand held her firmly.
He did not know whether to be the more triumphant in her tacit avowal, or the more enraged by the testimony borne by her acquiescence to her love for Ellesborough. He hated her; yet he had never admired her so much, as his eyes followed her stooping over the drawers of the bureau, her beautiful head and neck in a warm glow of firelight. Then, suddenly, he began to cough.
There arose in her a reluctant and torturing pity for the wretched man who had been her husband; a pity, which passed on into a storm of moral anguish. Her whole past life looked incredibly black to her as she lay there in the dark stained with unkindness, and selfishness, and sin. Which saw her the more truly? Roger, or Ellesborough? the man who hated and cursed her, or the man who adored her?
Among the Ellesborough clan, which was a large one, there prevailed, along with the traditional American consideration for women, and especially among the women of the family themselves a strict and even severe standard of sexual morals. There was no hypocrisy in it; they talked of it but little, but they lived by it; and their men were brought up in the atmosphere created by it.
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