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Mary gave a hysterical laugh. 'I can't pretend you didn't speak the truth, Rhoda, but I am sadly afraid it was ill advised to wound Mrs. Grubb's vanity. Do you feel a good deal better? 'No, confessed Rhoda penitently. 'I did for fifteen minutes, yes, nearly half an hour; but now I feel worse than ever. 'That is one of the commonest symptoms of freeing one's mind, observed Mary quietly.
'I shall be haunted now by the fear that she will go on a lecturing-tour through the country, and exhibit poor Lisa as an interesting example. Mrs. Grubb's mind is like nothing so much as a crazy-quilt. Mrs. Grubb's interest in the education of the defective classes was as short-lived as it was ardent.
I sold him 'Robinson Crusoe, and 'Little Women' for his daughter, and 'Huck Finn, and Grubb's book about 'The Potato. Last time I was there he wanted some Shakespeare, but I wouldn't give it to him. I didn't think he was up to it yet." I began to see something of the little man's idealism in his work. He was a kind of traveling missionary in his way. A hefty talker, too.
Grubb's soul to its very depths, showing her in a flash the feeble flickerings and waverings of her own trivial purposes.
Grubb's face fell, and her hand relaxed its grasp upon the pencil. 'If it is just starting, she said, 'then it must need more members, and speakers to stir up the community. Now, I am calculated, by constant association with a child of this character, to be of signal service to the cause. Not many persons have had my chance to observe phenomena.
Had Crazy Jane been guilty of such an act, nothing would have been thought of it, but had Harriet Burrell's companions observed her they would have opened their eyes in amazement. Fortunately, they were too fully occupied with Janus Grubb's story. Harriet sat down on the ground, after having moved away some two hundred yards from the camp. "I hope they don't miss me," she thought.
Grubb's house, on the corner, would have turned off the narrow uncarpeted hall into the principal room, and, if he were an observing person, would have been somewhat puzzled by its appearance. There were seven or eight long benches on one side, yet it had not the slightest resemblance to a schoolroom. The walls were adorned with a variety of interesting objects.
To this the "capp'n," still smiling at the small boy's precocious insolence, replied that he was in search of an old woman who dwelt in a small court styled Grubb's Court, so he was told, which lay somewhere in that salubrious neighbourhood, and asked if he, the imp, knew of such a place. "Know's of it? I should think I does. W'y, I lives there.
"Not too strong," added Sir John, apparently to himself, under the cover of Mr. Grubb's somewhat scrappy greeting. Then Lady Cantourne went to the conservatory and left Sir John and Jocelyn at the end of the long room together. There is nothing like a woman's instinct. Jocelyn spoke at once. "Lady Cantourne," she said, "kindly asked me to meet you to-day on purpose.
If you had gone to Grubb's court alone, you might not have come out alive." "Oh no, father! It can't be so bad as that." "It is just as bad as that," he replied, with a troubled face and manner. "Grubb's court is one of the traps into which unwary victims are drawn that they may be plundered. It is as much out of common observation almost as the lair of a wild beast in some deep wilderness.
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