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And you think I should be somebody, as your wife, Hugh, more perhaps, eventually, than I shall be as Hambleton's. But I should be nobody, too. I couldn't stand it now, my dear. You must realize that as soon as you have time to think it over. We shall be friends." The sudden gentleness in her voice pierced me through and through. She held out her hand.
"Oh, now, Susan isn't so bad, when you once know her," urged the doctor. Agatha got up and went to the window, trailing her traveling rug after her. "She shall come I'll bring her. And sometime she shall mend her words about me but that can wait. If she will only help to save James Hambleton's life now! Where does she live?" Suddenly, as she stood at the window, she saw her opportunity.
She clung to this woman friend with an unwonted eagerness, begging her to stay. "We are quite alone, and we have been so miserable over Mr. Hambleton's illness," she pleaded quite illogically. "Do stay and cheer us up!" And so Mélanie was persuaded; easily, too, except for her compunctions about abusing the hospitality of a household whose first care must necessarily be for the sick.
Agatha's first thought on awakening late in the forenoon, was the memory of Sallie Kingsbury coaxing her to bed and tucking her in, in the purple light of the early morning. She remembered the attention with pleasure and gratitude, as another blessing added to the greater one of James Hambleton's turn toward recovery.
Hambleton's broth is burning." "Ah, well, very well!" said Agatha. And in spite of herself she smiled. Hand found Mrs. Stoddard installed in James Hambleton's room. Doctor Thayer and Aleck had gone, both leaving word that they would return before night. Mrs.
The dock-hand apathetically trundled a small keg from one pile of freight to another, wiped his hands on his trousers, took a dry pipe out of his pocket, and looked vacantly up the river before he replied to Hambleton's question. "Queer name Jene Dark they call her." It was like pulling teeth to get information out of him, but Jim applied the forceps.
Not I, certainly." "I will readily grant you, Annette," said Rose, as her friend ceased speaking, "that Mr. Hambleton's exterior attractions are not to be compared with those of Mr.
And you think I should be somebody, as your wife, Hugh, more perhaps, eventually, than I shall be as Hambleton's. But I should be nobody, too. I couldn't stand it now, my dear. You must realize that as soon as you have time to think it over. We shall be friends." The sudden gentleness in her voice pierced me through and through. She held out her hand.
"I didn't want to; I'm as good as new. Tell me, Sallie, where all the people are. Mr. Hand is in Mr. Hambleton's room, I know, but where are the others?" "I guess they're all parceled round," said Sallie with symptoms of sniffing.
She paused, as it suddenly occurred to her that the visitor might be James Hambleton's sister and that she was being delinquent as a hostess. "But come back to the house," she said. "This is not a hospitable place, exactly, to receive a guest." The stranger laughed gently. "Have you guessed who I am, then? No? Well, you see I had the advantage of you from the first.
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