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She pulled Elmira's skirts here and there to be sure they hung evenly; she bade her stand close, and picked out the ribbon bow under her chin. "Now you'd better run along," said she, "or the bell will stop tollin'." She watched the girl, in her own old bridal array, step down the front path, with more happiness than she had known since her husband's disappearance.
"What do you mean, mother?" "Nothin'." Elmira's and Lawrence's courtship progressed after the same fashion. If Doctor Prescott suspected anything he made no sign. Lawrence was attending patients regularly with his father and reading hard. Sometimes, during his occasional calls upon Elmira, he saw Jerome.
Dramatic performances tired him; and he was glad to turn away from the stage and to talk about public affairs, while Orestes was raving, or while Tartuffe was pressing Elmira's hand. He had indeed some talent for sarcasm, and not seldom employed, quite unconsciously, a natural rhetoric, quaint, indeed, but vigorous and original.
Elmira's sleeves were rolled up and her thin, sharply-jointed, girlish arms showed. "Don't you know enough, without being told, to lift that kettle off the fire for Elmira?" demanded Mrs. Edwards of Jerome. Jerome lifted the kettle off the fire without a word. "It seems sometimes as if you might do something without being told," said his mother.
Ann sat by his side, holding his hand, and would not stir, though Jerome besought her to go up-stairs to Elmira's room. "I guess I don't leave him to stray away again," said she. Out in the kitchen, Elmira pressed close to Jerome. "Is it," she whispered in his ear "is it father?" Jerome nodded. "How do you know?" "I remember." "Are you sure?" "Yes, he's grown old, but I remember."
Edwards privately resolved to use as an argument to Jerome, in case he refused to attend the party, the fact that his sister would not go without him. She used it now. Mrs. Edwards's military tactics were those of direct onslaught, and no saving of powder. "Elmira's afraid to go unless you do," said she. "You'll be keepin' her home, an' she ain't had a chance to go to many parties, poor child!"
Elmira's morbidly sensitive temperament was working her harm under the trial of circumstances. Extreme love, sensitiveness, and self-depreciation in some natures produce jealousy as unfailingly as a chemical combination its given result. Elmira, though constantly spurring herself into trust in her lover, was again jealous of him and Lucina Merritt.
"I don't s'pose you've heard anything yet from your father?" "No, I 'ain't. I've got to go home." "Where've you been, Jerome?" asked Adoniram Judd. "Up to Uncle Ozias's to get Elmira's shoes." Jerome had the stout little shoes, one in each hand. "I don't s'pose you've formed any idee of what's become of your father," said Simon Basset.
He did not know, even, that Lawrence Prescott was at Elmira's side all the evening, and after his father arrived, and that Elmira danced every time with him, and set people talking and Doctor Prescott frowning. He knew only that he had followed Lucina about, and that she seemed to encourage him with soft, leading smiles.
Don't you ever dare speak to him, or blame him, Jerome Edwards; I won't have it." Elmira ran into her chamber, leaving an echo of wild sobs in her brother's ears. The day after Thanksgiving, Lucina's friends went away; when Jerome came home that night Elmira's face wore a different expression, which Mrs. Edwards explained with no delay.
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