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I prefer maid to matron, at any time. Old women are my horror." Too light and gay were the tones of Dexter to leave room for offence. Hendrickson tried to rally himself, and retort with pleasant speech. But his heart was too deeply interested, and his mood too serious for sport.
In less than a month Paul Hendrickson again departed from B , but this time not alone, nor with his destination involved in mystery. His second self went with him, and their faces were turned towards a southern island, where the earth was as rich in blossom and verdure as the bride's heart in undying love.
He saw Hendrickson leave her, and noticed that she sat in deep abstraction for some time afterwards, and that when she arose, and went up to her own apartments, her face wore an expression that was unusual. Much to his surprise, he saw Hendrickson leave soon after for Boston. On examining the register, he learned that his destination was Albany.
Dexter!" the man checked the unguarded utterance of her familiar Christian name, and gave the other designation. "Mr. Hendrickson!" Only for an instant did Mrs. Dexter betray herself; but in that instant her heart was read, as if a blaze of lightning had flashed over one of its pages, long hidden away in darkness, and revealed the writing thereon in letters of gleaming fire. "You arrived to day?"
Dexter, and his remarks caused a perpetual ripple of smiles to sparkle over the countenance of Miss Loring. But whenever Mr. Hendrickson spoke to her, the smiles faded, and she turned upon him a face so changed in expression that he felt a chill pervade his feelings. She did not mean to look grave; she did not repress the smiles purposely; there was neither coldness nor repulsion in her heart.
The first to regain self-possession was Miss Loring. With a quick motion she withdrew her hand, and moved back a single step. The mantling flush left her brow, and the startled eyes looked calmly into the young man's face. "Have you been away from the city, Mr. Hendrickson?" she inquired, in a voice that gave but few signs of feeling. "No."
But her sentiments touching Mr. Hendrickson were so different from those entertained for Mr. Dexter; and her estimation of his character so widely variant that she could not possibly treat him with the smiling familiarity shown towards the other. Yet all the while she was painfully conscious of being misunderstood. If she had met Mr. Hendrickson alone, she felt that it must have been different.
That is the report?" remarked Hendrickson. "Some say one thing and some another." "And a story loses nothing in the repetition." "You are very skeptical," said Miss Arden. "I wish all men and women were more skeptical than they are, in touching the wrong doings of others," replied the young man. "The world is not so bad as it seems.
Mr. Hendrickson also regained the even balance of mind which had momentarily been lost, and regained it as quickly as the lady. He spoke with the pleased air of an acquaintance nothing more. "This afternoon," replied Mrs. Dexter in a quiet tone, and with a smile in which no casual observer could have seen anything deeper than pleasant recognition. "How long will you remain?"
But God helping me, I will walk forward in the right path, though my feet be lacerated at every step." "Is it a right path, Miss Loring? I declare it to be the wrong path!" said Hendrickson. "Let God and my own conscience judge!" was firmly answered. "And now, sir, leave me. Oh, leave me." "And you are resolute?" "I am! God being my helper, I will go forward in the path of duty.
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