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That was why he told her. He pointed to the address on the envelope, saying: "That carries my resignation, Gretta." Her start and the tears which rushed to her eyes told him he was right about her feeling. She did not seem able to say anything. Her chin was trembling. "I see that the time has come," he said, "when a younger man can do more for the school than I can hope to do for it."
"Now, Mary Jane," said Aunt Kate, "don't annoy Mr. D'Arcy. I won't have him annoyed." Seeing that all were ready to start she shepherded them to the door, where good-night was said: "Well, good-night, Aunt Kate, and thanks for the pleasant evening." "Good-night, Gabriel. Good-night, Gretta!" "Good-night, Aunt Kate, and thanks ever so much. Goodnight, Aunt Julia."
"O, good-night, Gretta, I didn't see you." "Good-night, Mr. D'Arcy. Good-night, Miss O'Callaghan." "Good-night, Miss Morkan." "Good-night, again." "Good-night, all. Safe home." "Good-night. Good night." The morning was still dark. A dull, yellow light brooded over the houses and the river; and the sky seemed to be descending.
"And will you believe it, Gretta," he said, rising to that ground and there asking, not for the sympathy that bends down, but for a hand in passing, "there comes a hard hour when first one feels the time has come to step aside and be replaced by that younger man?" She nodded. "It must be," she said, simply; "it must be very much harder than any of us can know till we come to it."
Biting her nether lip, hooking the placket of her skirt. Timing her. 9.l5. Did Roberts pay you yet? 9.20. What had Gretta Conroy on? 9.23. What possessed me to buy this comb? 9.24. I'm swelled after that cabbage. A speck of dust on the patent leather of her boot. Rubbing smartly in turn each welt against her stockinged calf.
"I am not very anxious," said Raymond; "at least not on my own account; but sometimes I think if I should be called away, what would become of you, Gretta, and little Will?" "The Lord would provide for us, George, as he has ever done," was the wife's reply; "he is ever faithful to his promise, and he has declared that those who wait on him shall not want for any good thing."
Gabriel, feeling now how vain it would be to try to lead her whither he had purposed, caressed one of her hands and said, also sadly: "And what did he die of so young, Gretta? Consumption, was it?" "I think he died for me," she answered.
It arrested him, coming as it did from one of the girls who had just left his class-room. He stood there motionless, his hand still reaching up for the book. "Do? Why, face it, of course. Face it as squarely as he's faced every other fact of life." That was Gretta, and though, mindful of the library mandate for silence, her tone was low, it was vibrant with a fine scorn.
"Well," said the first speaker, "I guess he'll have to face it before very long." That was not answered; there was a movement on the other side of the barricade of books it might have been that Gretta had turned away. His hand dropped down from the high shelf. He was leaning against the books. "Haven't you noticed, Gretta, how he's losing his grip?"
The heroine of Outlaw and Lawmaker differs from Gretta only in being more emphatic in her preference for the doubtful stranger, and irrational in her objections to her tried Australian lover, Frank Hallett. Why was Frank so stolid, so good, so commonplace?
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