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Every face on board beamed with jollity, except poor Hazel's. He crept about, yellow as a guinea; a very scarecrow. The surgeon, a humane man, urged him to drink sherry, and take strong exercise. But persons afflicted with that distressing malady are obstinately set against those things which tend to cure it; this is a feature of the disease. Mr. Hazel was no exception.
"Dear Father, I want to help her!" she said under her breath, and Miss Fletcher noticed that she had no eyes for her, and saw the wondering pity in her face as she came straight up to the invalid's chair. "Flossie Wallace, this is Hazel Wright," she said, and Flossie smiled a little under the love that leaped from Hazel's eyes into hers. "I'm glad you brought your doll," said Flossie.
All through the month of January each evening, as dusk folded its somber mantle about the meadow, the wolves gathered to feast on the dead horses, till Hazel's nerves were strained to the snapping point. Continually she was reminded of that vivid episode, of which she had been the unwitting cause.
Hazel's heart almost misgave her as she unfolded her plan to his astonished ears, and saw the look of blank dismay that overspread his face. However, he had not waited all these years to refuse his sweetheart anything in reason now.
"Why, Ann, my Tom's had a gardener's job offered him at a gentleman's mansion in the country. Tom went after it t'day an' got it. Fifteen dollars a week an' a cottage free, Ann! Hazel's just crazy with joy an' so'm I!" Mrs. Trapes fanned herself feebly with her apron. "All I can say is," said she faintly, "if the world don't come to an end soon I shall. A gardener's job! A cottage in th' country!
Reddin, coming up the wood at some distance from the pack, caught the whistle, and seeing her dress flutter far up the hill, realized what had happened. 'Bother it! he said. He did not care about Foxy, and he thought Hazel's affection for her very foolish; but he understood very well that if anything happened to Foxy, he would be to blame in Hazel's eyes.
'Nobody shall deceive her, said Mr. Falkirk between his teeth. It must be mentioned that an exception, in some sort, to all this adulation, was furnished by the friend of Miss Hazel's morning walk. Mr. Rollo, if the truth must be told, seemed to live more for his own pleasure than anybody else's.
Edward had been there for more than an hour, tormented with fears for Hazel's safety, angry with himself for letting her go. All afternoon he had fidgeted, worried Martha with suggestions about tea, finally gone to the shop several miles away for some of Hazel's favourite cake, quite forgetting that he ought to be in the house breathing.
Cora stood gazing after the runabout Jack's car. Hazel's eyes had burned their look upon Cora's face those deep, violet eyes always seem like live volcanoes, thought Cora. And Ed his eyes had been searching, his look well, it was convincing, that is all Cora would admit even to her own heart. She turned finally to those on the porch.
There was a pause, during which Primrose was affectionately solicitous over Wych Hazel's cup of tea, and Rollo piled strawberries upon her plate. Tea had been rather neglected. 'And what have you been doing, Hazel, all these past twelve years? said the doctor, breaking out afresh. 'Twelve years! it is twelve years. What have you done with them, my dear?
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