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Benton grew well and strong; I recovered my health; Fortune's wheel for me seemed to remain in one happy position; and now there seems nothing for me to do but to move slowly and easily down the sunset slope of life to my final rest." Mrs. Greyfield smiled and sighed, and remarked upon the fact that the hour-hand of the clock pointed to two in the morning.
For, among the vices of women I had long counted uncharitableness; and among their disadvantages want of actual knowledge of things the latter accounting for the former. I had several times heard it mentioned that Mrs. Greyfield had been twice married; and as her son Benton was also called Greyfield, I presumed that he was the son of the second marriage.
Had you been looking for him for such a length of time, there would still be a great deal of awkwardness in the meeting, when you came together again." "Yes," said Mrs. Greyfield, "it is inevitable. "But she did receive him," I interrupted, "and so will you." "The minister will have to bless the reception then.
"Will you read the letter over to me?" she asked, lying down again, and preparing to listen by shielding her face with her hands. The letter of Arthur Greyfield ran as follows: "My Dear Anna: How strange it seems to me to be writing to you again! It is like conversing with one returned from another world, to you, too, no doubt.
Mrs. Greyfield groaned. "And that you, if there, would do very well until I could come for you. I could not suspect that you would avail yourself of the privilege of widowhood within so short a time, if ever." "Oh!" ejaculated my listener, with irrepressible impatience. I read on without appearing to observe the interruption.
"Why have I not died before this time?" she exclaimed, unheeding my attempt at diversion. "This is too much, too much!" "Perhaps there is still happiness in store for you, my dear Mrs. Greyfield," I said. "Strange as is this new dispensation, may there not be a blessing in it?" She remained silent a long time, as if thinking deeply.
Greyfield only a husband, in fact or in expectancy, could be expected or permitted to occupy. Do you see what I mean? "I sat stunned and speechless while he went on. 'I presume your good sense will direct you in this matter, and that you will grasp the right horn of the dilemma. If you would allow me to help you out of it, you would really promote my happiness. Dear Mrs.
Greyfield, "I think you will find there is a large measure of sordid self-interest in their mercy, as in the case you have just quoted.
"Ah, what have not pioneer women endured!" "Mr. Greyfield had from the first been regarded as a sort of leader. Without saying much, but by being always in the right place at the right time, he had gained an ascendancy over the less courageous, strong and decided men. When the cholera came he was continually called upon to nurse the sick, to bury the dead and comfort the living."
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