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"I will make some whips for William Denner," she said promptly, as Miss Ruth finished, "and we will take them to him this afternoon." "Well, but, sister," said Miss Ruth, hesitating, "do you think we'd better? Ought not we to let Giff take them?" "Why?" asked Miss Deborah. "He is able to see us, isn't he?"
I always thought that when they grew old enough, dear Giff and Helen would care for one another; and so I don't wonder that he has been feeling some disappointment since he came home, though I had written him she was engaged Much too young she was, too, in my judgment." Lois's astonishment was so great that she dropped her mop, and Miss Deborah looked at her reprovingly over her glasses.
It wasn't to be mentioned to any one; but it was only natural to speak of it to dear Ruth and to you." Gifford did not wait to hear more. "I must go," he said hurriedly. "I must get back to Mr. Denner," and he was off. "Oh, dear Giff!" cried Miss Deborah; taking little mincing steps as she tried to run after him. "You won't mention it? You won't speak of it to any one, or say I I"
"Oh, you don't know her," Lois answered. "You don't know how frail she is. And then there's Mr. Denner! It is the responsibility of it that kills me, Giff! I cannot get away from it for one single minute." They had walked along the road where the accident had taken place, and Lois shivered as she saw the trampled grass, though it had been her wish that they should come this way.
He paused, as if at a loss for words to express his disgust, and pulled a cigar from his pocket. He bit the end from it with a twisting motion of his head. The tall man sighed wearily. "Ach!" said Vanderzee. "No harm. Who iss to giff mind to vat he say? He iss crassy." "There's a-plenty to give mind to it," snarled Jarrow. "Didn't I lose a charter last dry season to bring wood from Mindoro?
"If I can, Giff;" and then, with sudden trustfulness, she added, "Yes, I will. What is it?" She had risen, and was standing on the step above him. He looked at her nervous little hands a moment, but did not touch them, and then he said, "If the time ever comes when you can love me, tell me so.
"You must forget it, if it will make you any happier; but you cannot ask me to forget. I am happier to remember. I shall always love you, Lois." "But you mustn't!" she cried again. "Why can't we have just the old friendship? Indeed indeed, it never could be anything else; and," with a sudden break of tenderness in her voice, "I I really am so fond of you, Giff!"
Loving his folke, and such prosperitee, Is it of him, as we in books do find; May he oure hertes setten* and unbynd: Hath he upon oure hertes such maistrye? Or is all this but feynit fantasye? For giff he be of so grete excellence That he of every wight hath care and charge, What have I gilt+ to him, or done offense, That I am thral'd, and birdis go at large? * Setten, incline.
"You don't seem at all impatient to get away from Ashurst, Giff," she said. "If I had been you, I should have gone to Lockhaven a month ago; everything is so sleepy here. Oh, if I were a man, wouldn't I just go out into the world!" "Well, Lockhaven can scarcely be called the world," Gifford answered in his slow way.
It was at least a joy to feel that he could comfort her, even though it cut his own heart to do so, and the pain of it made him silent for a few minutes. When they had reached the steps, Lois's face had settled into its white apathy, which was almost despair. "I think I'll go in, Giff," she said. "I am so tired." "Won't you fix the roses?" he asked. She shook her head.
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