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"I fancied we were not wholly that; I told Aunt Meda about our escapade six years ago; surely, that affair ought to establish a common ground for our continued acquaintance. But, if that's not sufficient, I can find another nearer at hand where's my dog?" This brought her to terms. "Oh, I can't do anything with Rag, Mr. Googe; I'm so sorry.
"But Mr. Googe never loved me as I loved him and I couldn't accept less." The priest caught but the lesser part of her meaning. Even his wisdom and years failed to throw light on the devious path of Aileen's thoughts at this moment. Of the truth contained in her expression, he had no inkling.
Aileen's smile grew wonderfully tender, almost tremulous as she continued to lean above her work. Mrs. Champney looking up suddenly caught it and, in part, interpreted it. It angered her both unreasonably and unaccountably. This girl must be taught her place. She aspiring to Champney Googe! She handed her back the work.
Caukins speculating for a week: "Who do you suppose killed Rag?" Aurora was in bed, but propped to a sitting position by pillows. When Father Honoré entered she started forward. "Have you heard anything?" Her voice was weak from physical exhaustion. "No, Mrs. Googe " She sank back on the pillows; he drew a chair to the bedside. " But I have decided to go down to New York and search for myself.
Caukins came in, fifteen minutes later, with the information that she could see by the motion of 'Lias' lantern that he was near the house, she found the girl huddled by the stove; she was still wrapped in her cape. A few minutes afterwards she went up to her room for the night. Late in the evening there was a rumor about town that Champney Googe had been murdered in the Colonel's sheepfold.
Googe turned away sad-like, an' then Jim comes home, an' widout a word to his wife, says if they don't strike, because there's a convic' an' a no union man a-workin' 'longside of him in his section, he'll lave an' give up his job here an' it's two hundred he's paid down out of his wages, an' me a-savin' from morn till night on me home an' 't was to be me very own because Jim says no man alive can tell when he'll be dead in the quarries an' the sheds."
Champney had begun to sell off her lake shore lands so as her city relatives could build near her, Mrs. Googe must start up and balk all her plans by selling two hundred acres of old sheep pasture for the big quarry." "Humph!" It was the first sound that Octavius Buzzby had uttered since his entrance and general greeting.
"No, indeed, for it is no longer my preserve," he answered cheerily, and added, with a touch of earnestness that was something of a surprise to himself, "and it wouldn't be if it were still mine." "Thank you, Mr. Googe; I appreciate that. You must find it hard to see a stranger like myself preëmpting your special claim, as I fancy this one is."
"I just saw Mr. Googe driving down from The Gore, Aileen, so he's in town again." Octavius was passing the open library window where Aileen was sitting at her work, and stopped to tell her the news. "Is he?"
She determined to wait there in the dimly lighted back hall until Octavius should make his appearance, be it soon or late; he always came through here on his way to the ell. Aurora Googe looked neither to right nor left on entering the room. She went straight to the library table, on the opposite side of which Mrs. Champney was still sitting where Octavius had left her nearly two hours before.
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