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She tried not to feel embarrassed in the latter's presence, and wondered how much he knew of her plans; but Bertha was so bright and full of talk that there was little space for confusion or wonderings. "How well you're looking, Bertha!" she said, as now in the boat Jasper pulled out from the sleepy little wharf. "You are as brown and rosy as any fisher-girl of us all."
But I know that sometime Tess, will you pray for me?" "I ain't doin' no prayin' to-day," replied Tess. "To-morry, mebbe.... Aw! I wanted the student to pray for Daddy, and to like me " Teola never forgot the scene that followed. The fisher-girl settled in a heap upon the floor, bowed the tired head, and wept. "Tessibel! Tess," called Teola, touching the girl's shoulder, "listen. I'll tell him!
But her heart was drawn to the young woman who sat in a corner rocking her child in its wooden cradle and never lifting her eyes from her needlework: she knew her for the fisher-girl of Malcolm's picture. From house to house he took her, and where they went they were welcomed. If the man was smoking, he put away his pipe, and the woman left her work and sat down to talk with her.
She was a pale, dark-eyed woman, with a face of rare intelligence and sweetness. "Indeed I do want a peep at her, Henry; she's the fisher-girl with the family on her hands, that Madame Grandet told us about, isn't she?" "Yes, the same; let me give you another croquette, wife." "No, thanks; I've sufficient. And how does she appear, very provincial?"
The squatter and her handsome brother loved each other! Never for one moment had it dawned upon her, until she saw the tall boy drop beside the stool and sob out his heart agony upon the open Bible. If she dared speak the truth, she could assure him of the goodness of the fisher-girl. But her lips sealed themselves with her soul's consent. She raised her face, giving Tess one look of terror.
Upon this the fisher-girl began to weep bitterly, and the young couple perceived for the first time that it was Bertalda.
Though Headland had spoken thus frankly and faithfully to Harry, Harry, from delicacy, could not bring himself to speak in the same way to his friend. He felt very sure that Headland admired Julia, and from what she had said, he fully suspected the secret of her heart. Would not his father, however, object as much to Julia marrying Headland as he would to his marrying the fisher-girl.
Her voice trembled strangely, but that did not move me. Next morning Edwarda was standing outside the hut when I went out. I had thought it all over during the night, and taken my resolve. Why should I let myself be dazzled any longer by this creature of moods, a fisher-girl, a thing of no culture? Had not her name fastened for long enough on my heart, sucking it dry?
"Tess, would you dare?" gasped she. "Yep! The little brat has to go. I takes him." The fisher-girl clambered to her feet, and shoved another log into the stove. "It air a chilly night," she commented, "and the ghosts air a-howling like mad, 'cause Ma Moll's been here. She can raise spirits any time of night." Teola evidently did not hear.
And every night, in secret as her mother slept, she span a new concentric section of his breeches. And the young Laird, when he went home, said to the talcum blonde, that the Highland fisher-girl was not half such a damn fool as she seemed. Then came the fateful afternoon. He stood beside her at the burn. "Hannah," he said, as he bent towards her, "I want to take you to America."
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