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Jane remains at Chesterford, leading her solitary life and loving him. Meantime the vicar, Mr. Follett, a man of strong nature, much tenderness, and great tact, whose character is admirably drawn, loves Jane, and quietly bides his time. After ten years, however, Mohun returns, walks into Jane's parlor, and asks her to be friends with him.
From over the ridge back of them, whence had come the notes of the funeral-drum, an Indian now slouched toward them, drawn by curiosity; stopping to look, then advancing, to stop again. At length he stood close by them, silent, gazing. Then, as if understanding, he spoke to Follett. "Big sick go get big medicine! Then you give chitcup!" He ran swiftly back, disappearing over the ridge.
But when you began to make some statement to him, it was positively alarming to see him look you full in the face, and listen with inconceivable fixedness of attention to all you said. You could not help feeling that really the small remark you had to make was not worth that great mind's grasping it so intently, as he might have grasped an argument by Follett.
Her heart went out to the older man with a new sympathy as she saw his feebleness so sharply in relief against the well-blooded, hard-muscled vigour of the younger. When she would have passed them, her father called to her. "Prudence, this is Mr. Ruel Follett. He will stay with us to-night."
"Look here now, why not? What do you expect?" "But she loves me she does and she's all I've got. Man, man! don't pile it all on me just at the last." He was off the bed and on his knees before Follett. "Don't put it all on me. I've rounded up my back to the rest of it, but keep this off; please, please don't. Let her always think I'm not bad. Give me that one thing out of all the world."
"And give us some grub, Lew. I've hardly had a bite since yesterday morning." An hour later, when the train was nearly ready to start, Follett took his wife to the top of the ridge and showed her, a little way below them, the cedar at the foot of the sandstone ledge. He stayed back, thinking she would wish to be there alone. But when she stood by the new grave she looked up and beckoned to him.
"Now, then, my lord," said Sir William Follett, "I am entitled to give secondary evidence of its contents!" The Judge assented. Sir William extracted from his own witness all that was necessary and out of the nettle danger plucking the flower safety, won the verdict.
And of this opinion was Sir William Follett. But, after reading all that is to be found on the subject, I come to the conclusion that they owed allegiance when, as private individuals, they voluntarily crossed the English frontier; that it was no defence for them to say that they then had arms in their hands and intended to murder the Queen's subjects." Life of Lord Campbell, ii.,119.
The little man told him frankly the cause of her grief. There was something compelling in the other's way of asking questions. When the thing had been made plain, Follett looked at him indignantly. "Do you mean to say you let her go on thinking that about herself?" "I told her that her father and mother had been rightly married." "Didn't she think you were fooling her in some way?"
"Well, that was because you were such an ornery lot, always setting yourself up against the government wherever you went, and acting scandalous " "We did as the Lord directed us " "Oh, shucks!" "And then we thought the time had come to stand up for our rights; that the Lord meant us to be free and independent." "Secesh, eh?" Follett was amused.
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