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"I am going to marry her," Jasper Penny asserted once more. "What was the initial trouble?" the other asked, tersely. "Essie." Stephen frowned. "She would hit on that," he agreed; "stand until the last gasp of some fantastic conception of right." Jasper explained: "She thinks I ought to marry Essie, mostly on account of the child. She likes me, too, Stephen; I think I may tell you that.
"Well," said the girl, who had a touch of the gentle tease in her, "perhaps it is just the left-over sadness from finding out that you'd been smoking!" "Huh," murmured Dan, "you drop that, Essie! That was two weeks ago besides, he didn't find out; I told him; and I took my medicine, too never flinched. That's all over.
"I have found trouble sometimes in keeping myself at the right temperature even in January." Ester's cheeks glowed yet more. She understood Dr. Van Anden, and she knew her face did not look very self-controlled. No one knows what prompted Minnie to speak just then. "Aunt Sadie said Auntie Essie was cross. Were you, Auntie Essie?" The household laughed, and Sadie came to the rescue.
I heard him say to Flurry in a whisper, "It is all our fault; we ought to be punished for running away; but Essie has done nothing wrong. I thought God meant to drown us, as He did the disobedient people." But this awful reminder of her small sins was too much for Flurry. "I did not mean to be wicked," she wailed.
Jackson unconvinced, "it strikes me funny. Say, is Essie Tisdale a servant, too?" Mrs. Symes smiled ever so slightly as she fumbled with her visiting card and laid it in a more conspicuous place. "Certainly." "Was that why she wasn't ast to the banquet?" Again Mrs. Symes smiled the slow, deprecating smile which she was assiduously cultivating. "Society must draw the line somewhere, Mrs. Jackson."
Lucas was still carrying Dot; Flurry was trotting beside him, and pretending to use Dot's crutches. "We have been ever so far, Essie," screamed Dot when he caught sight of me. "We have seen lots of seagulls, and a great cave where the smugglers used to hide." "Oh, Dot, you must not let Mr. Lucas carry you," I said, holding out my arms to relieve him of his burden.
In fact, it would be immensely difficult; a man, he saw, could not sever himself so casually from the past; it reached without visible demarcation into the present, the future. All was a piece, one with another; and Essie Scofield was drawn in a vivid thread through the entire fabric of his being.
The whirling dancers made it necessary for Essie to pass close, close enough to brush the skirts of the women occupying the chairs along the wall, and as she came toward them with her head erect, looking straight before her, Dr. Harpe acted upon an unconquerable impulse and slid her slippered toe from beneath her skirt. There was a crash of glass as the girl tripped and fell headlong.
His attitude hardened, and he commenced to argue in a low, insistent voice. She made no reply, but remained supported in the doorway, a vague form against the inner dark. "You must change your mind," he asserted; "you can't be eternally so foolish. There is absolutely no question of my marrying Essie Scofield." "I don't want you to, really," she admitted in an agonized whisper.
He continued in a different tone: "Essie, I have missed your mother a long while, and nobody knows how that kind of missing hurts; but it seems to me I never missed her as I do to-day. I need her to advise me about you, Essie. It is like this: I don't want to be a stern parent any more than you want to elope on a rope ladder.
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