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It terrifies me to be left alone, surrounded with " "That is out of the question now. But when I come back, we will try and make this life of ours happier than it has been." She looked at him her great, mournful eyes widening with pain. "Have you been very unhappy, then, Grantley," she faltered. "Unhappy! I did not say that; but hereafter our bliss must be more perfect.
"I say, Grantley, hasn't that little girl had one lonely life, and isn't she the brave little soul!" The minister was silent, all but his eyes.
"You'll never go away again shall he, Bess? But isn't it luncheon-time? I could eat no breakfast for joy, but I do think I am hungry now." Mr. Mellen laughed, and Elsie went on again. "Oh, Grantley, I saw Dolf on the steamboat; he is coming over with your luggage. The ridiculous creature has more airs than ever.
"Missed fire de fust time!" he said to himself; but he carefully replied, aloud, "Thank you, sir. Will you tell me when to come?" "To-night, right away after tea. Now, young gentlemen, I must bid you good-morning. Bear in mind that the first law of Grantley Academy is punctuality. I expect you to be in your places promptly at nine o'clock, Monday morning." "We will, sir," said Dabney.
"I was looking forward to the old lady giving me a snack of breakfast.... But don't you mind me! I'll do all right. I got a bit of bread coming along from Gridgport.... Ah! Bridgport I should have said." For he had begun to say Grantley. Even if Mrs. Solmes had not been on the point of offering rest and refreshment, this disclaimer of the need of it would have suggested that she should do so.
They had all brought their fishing-tackle with them, as a matter of course; plenty of worms for bait were to be dug in the garden; and Dab Kinzer had learned, by careful inquiry, that both bait and tackle could be used to good purpose in the waters of "Green Pond," and sundry other small bits of lakes, miles and miles away among the hills to the north of Grantley.
He passed the chamber where the Great-Aunt Grantley lay, who was to swell Richard's fortune, and so perform her chief business on earth. By her door he murmured, "Good creature! you sleep with a sense of duty done," and paced on, reflecting, "She has not made money a demon of discord," and blessed her. He had his thoughts at Hippias's somnolent door, and to them the world might have subscribed.
North thought so, and made another effort to arouse her, but she only entreated him to go away, and at last he went; afraid that the daylight would find him there. Grantley Mellen turned back to the miserable grandeur of his home. The proud heart ached in his bosom. What if, from fear or weakness, Elizabeth did not return to the house?
"He never pays visits, folks go to him." "He'd come to see me, wouldn't he?" "I I'm afraid riot, Mr. Crewe. Job holds his comb rather high." "Do you mean to say this two-for-a-cent town has a boss?" "Silas Grantley was born here," said Mr. Ball for even the worm will turn. "This town's got a noble history." "I don't care anything about Silas Grantley.
There was no signature it needed none. Mellen knew only too well who the writer was, knew it as thoroughly as he did the woman for whom it was intended. For a full half hour Grantley Mellen was a madman.
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