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"They did not understand. You heard the minister say they would help you now." The girl gripped Miss Farwell's hand with a shudder. "They put me out of the church. Don't let them come, don't! Promise me you won't let them in." The other calmed her. "There, there dear, I will take care of you. And no one can put you away from God; you must remember that."
The expected mail was awaiting Farwell, and he greedily bought all the newspapers he could get. His purchases at the store did not interest the Indian and he was not even aware that several garments for a woman were included in Farwell's list.
Boswell's hand rested on the bowed head; Farwell's on the back of her chair. "Dear, bright Butterfly!" whispered Boswell comfortingly; "it has come to grief in the Garden." "Oh! I wanted to learn, and oh! Master Farwell, I said I was willing to suffer, and I have, I have!" Then she looked up and her unflinching courage returned. "I was tired!" she moaned; "tired and hungry."
Her fingers stirred over the keys again, and Grieg's Papillon fluttered softly from flower to flower. He sat there, waiting and listening. From the light and airy butterfly, the music changed to Farwell's Norwegian Song. Hillard saw the lonely sea, the lonely twilight, the lonely gull wheeling seaward, the lonely little cottage on the cliffs, and the white moon in the far east.
I do not want to see you as you remember yourself; you are better as you are. I will not hear; I will not have it in my thought when I am far away." The hardness passed from Farwell's face. Something like relief replaced it, and he said slowly: "My God! what a woman you will make if they do not harry you to death." "They will not!" The white, tired face seemed illumined from within.
But he did not sit down. Presently Dan turned to the nurse. "She is asleep?" he asked in a low tone. Miss Farwell's answer was calmly unmistakably professional. Looking at her watch she answered, "She has been sleeping nearly two hours." "Is there will she recover?" "Dr. Abbott says there is no reason why she should not if we can turn her from her determination to die."
Farwell's eyes held hers commandingly, entreatingly. "You must hear what I have to say. Why do you think I have stayed in Kenmore? Why I must stay? Have you thought?" "No." And for the first time in her life Priscilla wondered. Before, the man had been but part of her life; now she wondered about him, with the woman-mind that had come so suddenly and tragically to her. "No, Master Farwell, why?"
Simon condescended to a measure of English which he knew well enough, but which he usually disdained on general principles. He pointed back whence he had come. Boss tyee man goodandam mad. Him say cultus man mamook raise hiyu hell. Catch hiyu skookum powder bang! Whoosh! Upshego!" He mimicked Farwell's words and gestures to a nicety.
"And for all this," Boswell broke in, "you are to get twenty-five per, or for a particular case, thirty-five per?" They smiled broadly at each other, for their one huge, compelling joke loomed close. "Well, sir, when one considers what two intelligent people, like you and me, did with Master Farwell's one hundred dollars, the future looks wonderfully rich!
"You expect to go back some day?" Farwell gave a dry, mirthless laugh at this, and then replied: "After I've been dead long enough, when I've been good long enough, perhaps. You know even in a disembodied spirit hope dies hard. Yes I had hoped to go back." "I I thought so." Ledyard leaned forward and across the table; his face was not three feet from Farwell's.
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