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Updated: May 11, 2025
She paused, listening, half-fearing, half-hoping, that she had heard him returning. Then she heard his voice in the next room. He was talking to Tessa. She set her lips and went to her writing-table. "Oh yes, he can make it up with his child when he knows he has been brutal; but never a single kind word to his wife not one word!"
At last I espied an inn before me and hurried forward; but an inn meant people, folk who would talk and stare remembering which, I paused, despite my hunger, and half-fearing to enter the place by reason of my clothes.
She looked round furtively, half-fearing, half hoping hardly expecting, but yet thinking, that she might again see her cousin. But he did not show himself to her as she walked down to the railway station by herself. As she went she told herself that she was right; she applauded her own courage, but what, oh! what was she to do? Everything now was over for her. Her fortune was gone.
His life had been broken on the rock of civilization, but his simple soul had learned some elemental truths not many, but the essential ones, without which there is no philosophy, no understanding. He knew Fleda Druse was thinking of her father, wondering if he would understand, half-fearing, hardly hoping, dreading the moment when she must meet him face to face.
Hurriedly snapping the slight string that bound the envelope to the stone, she thrust the former into the bosom of her dress. Then she glanced around her, half-fearing she had been seen by some of the pupils or the watchful Sister Agatha.
He knew that, by the half-fearing tremble of her voice, the sobbing catch of her breath, the soft glow in her eyes. Impelled by that love, would she confide in him? And then would he go back into the South? He laughed, softly, joyfully. Yes, he would go back into the South he would go to the other end of the earth, if she would go with him.
He opened the barn-door and craned his head into the obscurity, half-fearing to discover Denis Eady's roan colt in the stall beside the sorrel. But the old horse was there alone, mumbling his crib with toothless jaws, and Ethan whistled cheerfully while he bedded down the grays and shook an extra measure of oats into their mangers.
But turning to her I looked straight into her dark luminous eyes, those eyes that held me always as beneath their spell, saying: "He has proved himself my best friend, up to the present. I have no reason to doubt him." "But you will have. I warn you." "In what manner, then, is he my enemy?" She hesitated, as though half-fearing to respond to my question.
He was half-hoping, half-fearing that it might be a bear, or a big Canadian lynx with dreadful eyes and tufted ears. But before any of these more formidable wonders arrived he heard a sound of rushing of eager, desperate flight. Then a rabbit came into view he felt sure it was one of the two who appeared at the beginning of his watch.
His life had been broken on the rock of civilization, but his simple soul had learned some elemental truths not many, but the essential ones, without which there is no philosophy, no understanding. He knew Fleda Druse was thinking of her father, wondering if he would understand, half-fearing, hardly hoping, dreading the moment when she must meet him face to face.
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