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And when my eyes were another way?" returned Fanny, blushing like a quince blossom. "Well, he cannot mean anything more than thanks for our small attentions." "George is a fine young man," said Mrs. Fabens, "if the Cressey girls, and Desdemona Faddle do feel above him.
Men learned more of the designs of God, saw more good in all His works, let the birds and animals live, valued more preciously what was left them, enjoyed more wisely and sweetly such blessings as came, and were more thankful. There were none who took more instruction from that lesson than Mr. and Mrs. Fabens.
"O, no, nothing of any consequence whatever; nothing that we would breathe abroad, or wish to remember," said Frisbie, with a meekened look. "May I ask if anything dishonorable on his part?" inquired Fabens. "We have supposed him one of our best young men one of the very best in town; and we have known him from a child." "I am sorry I mentioned his name: I see it disturbs you," said Frisbie.
I see no way, but a slice of the farm must go, and a pretty large slice too; and that will be very hard. How much is the whole farm worth?" "It ought to fetch six thousand, five hundred," said Fabens. "Six thousand I've been offered for it, time and again." "I cannot bear to part with an inch of the farm it is so dear to us," said Mrs. Fabens.
Fabens marshalled his corn 'stouts, like a legion of soldiers in a hollow square, on the green mown meadow in front of his house, a quarter of a mile away; and sent invitations far and near for a very large gathering. He was particular even to invite Tilly Troffater and his family; and a great number came.
Hastening on half a mile or more, she spied her husband rising over a distant eminence, but he came alone! Her fears were all roused in a moment; she hurried, out of breath, to meet him, and approaching him, called in a broken voice "Where is Clinton? where have you left him?" "Clinton?" replied Fabens in surprise; "I have not seen him since morning."
"A sap-headed fool, I guess it was, that found him, and let him slip off in that way," said Colwell. "That may be; but he did one wise act of his life, in his treatment to the borrower, and I dare say that man will never violate his vow," answered Fabens. "I don't know about that," said Teezle. "I should be afraid on't, and lock up my grainery olers after."
O, don't ye dew it for all the world, Bogle! I shall hev a caniption fit if ye dew!" shouted Troffater after him. The next day Bogle came before the justice with evidence against Sculpin, which Fabens regretted to believe was but too well founded; and he issued a warrant, and a week from that day the action was brought to trial.
The gentle creature observes him, and still is not afraid. He approaches nearer, and the fawn makes slowly for a corner, then, fearing captivity, it tries to escape between the rails. "Attempt that again, my beauty," says Fabens, "and I'll have you in my arms."
I need say little more of his past history than this; he had labored for Fabens for a few weeks, and now a mutual regard quite ripened to affection, was rising between him and Fanny.
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