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It is enough, William Hinkley, that I have my cares at least I fancy that I have them and though I am very grateful for your sympathies, I do not know that they can do me any good, and, though I thank you, I must yet decline them." "Oh, do not say so, Margaret dear Margaret it is to proffer them that I seek you now.
But even then there was a sort of reason for it; for, at the beginning, when Joe came down upon us here in Charlemont, he was for riding over people's necks, without so much as asking, 'by your leave. He had a way about him that vexed me, though we did not change a word." "And it's that very way that this person has that I don't like," said William Hinkley.
No time was given for reflection, and each of the parties obeyed his natural or habitual impulses. Old Hinkley, except when at prayers, was a man of few words. He was much more prompt at deeds than words a proof of which has already been shown; but the good mother was not so patient, and made a freer use of the feminine weapon than we have been willing to inflict upon our readers.
To one of these selected spots, Ned Hinkley proceeded, leaving his companions above, where, in shade themselves, and lying at ease upon the smooth turf, they could watch his successes, and at the same time enjoy the coup d'oeil, which was singularly beautiful, afforded by the whole surrounding expanse.
There was a spice of mischief in his composition, and he grinned good-naturedly as he watched the increasing gravity upon the old man's face. "Come, come, gran'pa, don't be angry. You know my fun is a sort of fizz there's nothing but a flash nothing to hurt no shotting. But where's Bill Hinkley, gran'pa?" "Gone to the widow Cooper's, to see Margaret." "Ah! well, I'm glad he's made a beginning.
He clapped his hands upon the invaded organs, and with something like horror in his voice, cried out his expostulations. "For heaven's sake, Ned, don't stun a body with your noise." "Noise! Did you say noise, Bill Hinkley noise?" "Yes. noise," answered the other with some peevishness in his accents.
I know that I am proud vain, perhaps, and having little to justify either pride or vanity; but to you, William Hinkley, as an act of justice, I must speak what I feel what is the truth. I am sorry, from my very soul, that you love me, for I can have no feeling for you in return. I do not dislike you, but you have so oppressed me that I would prefer not to see you. We have no feelings in common.
Brother Hinkley and our matronly sister of the same name watched the progress of the pious youth, as, spurring up the hills, he pursued the usual route, taking at first the broad highway leading to the eastern country. There were other eyes that watched the departure of Brother Stevens with no less interest, but of another kind, than those of the venerable couple.
The place was occupied, however. A human heart beat within the humble shed, and there was a spirit, sheltered by its quiet, that mused many high thoughts, and dreamed in equal congratulation and self-reproach, of that busy world from which it was an exile. The visit of William Hinkley was not paid to the solitude.
"I trust, sir, that your progress may be as great in the church." "Ha! do I understand you? There is war between us then?" said Stevens, watching the animated and speaking countenance of William Hinkley with increasing curiosity. "Ay, sir there is!" was the spirited reply of the youth. "Let it be war; I am the better pleased, sir, that you are the first to proclaim it."
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