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There was a tone of almost piteous entreaty in her voice; she was so disturbed by the shock of his sudden presence that her nerves could not recover their firmness at once. Grantley Mellen held his wife to his heart and whispered fond and loving words, such as he had breathed during their brief courtship before a shadow clouded over the beauty of their lives.
Perhaps they were in a responsive mood, easily swayed by emotion. Perhaps that is why there was in every heart that listened a desire to be good and follow righteousness, a reaching up of feeble hands to God. The Reverend Hugh Grantley would have said that it was the Spirit of God that stands at the door of every man's heart and knocks.
Now if the minister was at home, the thing was as good as done. She watched at the window until Jimmy Watson came from school, and then, tapping on the glass, beckoned him to come in, which he did with great trepidation of spirit. She told him to go at once and tell Mr. Grantley to come, for she needed him very badly.
I am sure there is nothing to make a fuss about. I found the bracelet among a lot of rubbish in one of Bessie's drawers I suppose she forgot it was there." Grantley Mellen turned furiously towards her. "Are you learning to cheat and lie also?" he said. Elsie burst into a passionate flood of tears. "You are just as cruel and bad as you can be!" she moaned. "You ought to be ashamed to talk so to me!
"I don't see why he need be afraid of being civil to me, for all that," the brother said, almost as if she had spoken. The next time Kate Grantley had an opportunity of looking in Kilbourne's face she was painfully struck by his appearance. The man was thinner, more worn, years older. His head seemed to droop beneath a heavier burthen than of yore; he walked as if his feet were shod with lead.
They were all assembled in the library before dinner, tired with laughing and roaming about, tired of rowing over the sunny waters, and glad to rest a little before the important business of dining should commence. Suddenly there was a bustle in the hall, followed by a loud good-natured voice that made Elizabeth start to her feet. "It's my cousin Tom," she cried. "Grantley, Tom Fuller has come."
"You don't mean to say that they were at Goobong station and branded D," said I. "Just so, have you seen any of 'em?" "Why I helped brand them," I cried; "I was on the station and rode out after a bull that had gone away. I must have been within a couple of miles of your place if you were at Gomaree; and was Miss Deane with you?" "Mary was with me, Tom Grantley," says Mr.
The north road from Grantley led through a region that was, as the old farmers said of it, "a-goin' back," and was less thickly peopled than it had been two or three generations before.
"You exacting little thing!" said Elizabeth, lightly. "Yes, but you must," she urged; "you never would have had all this but for me." "No," murmured Elizabeth; "I should never have known Grantley but for you." "I told him that day, you know, just what I had set my heart on," pursued Elsie, shaking her curls about, and chattering in her careless, graceful way.
"No, no; no love could be like that! But Elsie is such a child, such a happy, innocent creature, and I never look at her without remembering my dying mother's last words. If any harm came to her, Bessie, I think I could not even venture to meet that lost mother in heaven." "No harm will come to her, Grantley none shall!"
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