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"I believe Jessie Loring to be as free to give her hand as before her marriage." "With her will rest the decision," was Mrs. Denison's answer. "Have you seen her?" inquired Hendrickson. "No." "Has she been seen outside of her aunt's dwelling?" "If so I have never heard of it." "Do you think, if I were to call at Mrs. Loring's, she would see me?" "I cannot answer the question."
He was not to be driven from the citadel of his honor. A weaker, more selfish, and more external man, would have yielded. But Hendrickson, like the woman he had lost, was not made of "common clay," nor cast in any of humanity's ruder moulds. He was of purer essence and higher spiritual organization than the masses; and principle had now quite as much to do with his actions as feeling.
Suddenly, and with an almost wild impulse, Hendrickson caught her hand, and raising it to his lips, said "I cannot hold back the words a moment longer, dear Miss Loring! From the hour I first looked into your face, I felt that we were made for each other; and now" But ere he could finish the sentence, Jessie had flung his hand away and started to her feet. "Miss Loring!" He was on his feet also.
She did not make out by the servant's description the personality of Mr. Hendrickson, but that of Mr. Dexter was clear enough. She was also informed that the one whose name she could not guess, made only a brief visit, and that Mr. Dexter remained long, and was for most of the time in earnest conversation with Jessie. Her hopes gave her conclusions a wide latitude.
There are two aspects in which this question is to be viewed. I pray to Heaven that you may see it right." Further conversation was prevented by the near approach of others. "Let me see you, and early, Paul," said Mrs. Denison. It was some hours later, and the company were separating. "I must talk with you again about Miss Loring." Hendrickson promised to call in a day or two.
In the first place, if Belle View were not burned, I should hardly feel safe in having the crowd there with conditions as they are and things are not especially pleasant in this city. However, how long will it take to get away from here, Captain?" "We must take on some coal, and Hendrickson has drawn the fires and is reaming in some new boiler-tubes.
I always thought her one of the best of women. Though I must own that at Saratoga last summer, she showed rather more fondness for the society of other men than she did for that of her husband." "I am still in the dark," said Mr. Hendrickson, with suppressed excitement. "Then you haven't heard of it? Why, it's the town talk." "No." "There's been a separation between Mrs.
Thus were the spirit links being woven through the cold bright days of winter. Madame Hendrickson was no longer confined to her bed; and on the Sabbath days Anna could attend the public worship of God, of whom, now, only she seemed truly to learn. It was to the Holy Supper she went on that first solemn Sabbath day, after months of confinement and sorrow.
Hendrickson started to his feet, his face as pale as ashes, and glanced almost fearfully about the room. The voice seemed spoken in the air but it was not so. The warning had reached his sense of hearing by an inner way.
Not caring to manifest an interest in Mrs. Dexter that might attract attention, or occasion comment, Hendrickson dropped the subject. During the evening he threw himself in the way of the physician, and gathered all he desired to know from him. The report was so favorable that he determined to leave Newport by the midnight boat for New York and return home, which he accordingly did.
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