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Updated: May 23, 2025
This was what the sweet, divinely foolish girl-voice said: "I don't know what you can see in me to love." There was nothing in the words; it was what any girl might say; it was very trite, but it was a song. Celestial modesty and pride were in it, and joy which looked at itself and doubted if it were joy.
How sweet it was to the pale and weary women after their long imprisonment! As Lyman sat down on his maple log to hear better, a plump face appeared at the window, and a clear girl-voice said: "Smell anything, Lime?" He snuffed the air. "Cookies, by the great horn spoons!" he yelled, leaping up. "Bring me some, an' see me eat; it'll do ye good." "Come an' get 'm," laughed the face at the window.
"Look you, my lady," she had ended, in her clear, rich girl-voice and to every word she uttered the mercer and his shopmen and boys had stood listening behind their counters or hid round bales of goods, all grinning as they listened "I know all your secrets as I know the secrets of other fine ladies. I know and laugh at them because they show you to be such fools. They are but fine jokes to me.
Before he could turn to look, the cutter seemed to be blown up by a bomb, and he rose in the air like a vaulter; he saw the traces part, he felt the reins slip through his hands, and that was all; he seemed to fall an immeasurable depth into a black abyss.... The next that he knew was a curious soft murmur of voices, out of which a sweet, agonized girl-voice broke, familiar but unrecognized: "Oh, where's the doctor!
"And so good," the girl-voice rippled on; "he never cried but once on the way out here, and that time I didn't blame him one bit; I wanted to cry myself, we were so hot and tired and dusty. But he sleeps oh, the way he does sleep. There! did you notice him smile? I think he knows my voice. He often smiles that way when I am talking to him."
Confusedly, as though in the remote past, I recalled a kiss and the recollection thrilled me strangely. Dreamily content I lay, and a voice stole to my ears: "They are killing him! they are killing him! Oh! do you not understand?" In my dazed condition, I thought that it was I who had died, and that this musical girl-voice was communicating to me the fact of my own dissolution.
"And does your friend also call it a little thing?" The don turned quizzically to Jack. "He does not," Jack returned promptly, although his ears were listening attentively for a nearer approach of the girl-voice he heard within the house. "He calls it one of the big things Dade is always doing for his friends."
She smiled radiantly and her face was vivid, glowing, almost startling in its beauty. "I am so happy!" she said clearly, and her girl-voice held a note of pure joyousness. "So happy that I do not think I can ever be unhappy again!" The two doctors smiled a little in sympathy. "Ah, well," said the famous specialist, after a moment's silence, gently, "let us hope so."
And so I am, only I can't help being happy to get away with you." There was sweet pain in hearing those last words, and the emphasis the caressing girl-voice gave. Max hurried through a vague list of such events as seemed fit for Sanda's ears. They were not many, since he did not count his fights among the mentionable ones.
How sweet it was to the pale and weary women after their long imprisonment! As Lyman sat down on his maple log to hear better, a plump face appeared at the window, and a clear, girl-voice said: "Smell anything, Lime?" He snuffed the air. "Cookies, by the great horn spoons!" he yelled, leaping up. "Bring me some, an' see me eat; it'll do ye good." "Come an' get 'm," laughed the face at the window.
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