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"Will you listen to him, Helen," he shouted to his sister. "Come here and listen to him. Listen to the boy we took in and educated and clothed and fed, listen to him saying he'd like to burn his uncle. Into Mr. Hitchcock's office you go at once. No more education if this is what it leads to. Read that letter, Helen, look at that book, Helen.
Hitchcock's and get somebody to go right away for the doctor. I won't be long we'll have him here in a little while! don't feel so bad!" "You're a dear blessed darling!" said the old lady, hugging and kissing her "if ever there was one. Make haste, dear, if you love him! he loves you." Ellen stayed but to give another kiss.
Miss Hitchcock's face expressed her disgust, but she said nothing. She had learned her lesson. "Wait here," Sommers ordered, "while I find out whether we can get out of this by a back door." He spoke to the barkeeper, who lethargically jerked a thumb over his shoulder.
"I have merely decided to move around the corner," the young man remarked grimly. Miss Hitchcock's lips trembled. She walked more slowly, and she tried to say something, to make some ill-defined appeal. As she had almost found the words, a carriage approached the Hitchcock house and drew up. Out of it Colonel Hitchcock stepped heavily.
What the devil of a crowd has Alec raked together? But the two men exchanged essential courtesies and entered the house together. Porter, Sommers had heard, had once been Alexander Hitchcock's partner in the lumber business, but had withdrawn from the firm years before. Brome Porter was now a banker, as much as he was any one thing.
Miss Fortune was in the lower kitchen, dipping candles. Ellen ran down. "I don't know what's got into these candles," said Miss Fortune. "I can't make 'em hang together; the tallow ain't good, I guess. Where's the nearest place they keep bees?" "They have got bees at Mrs. Hitchcock's," said Ellen.
She straightened herself, gathered up her reins, and by the time she reached Mrs. Hitchcock's, was looking calm again, though very sad and very earnest. She did not alight, but stopped before the door, and called Jenny. Jenny came out, expressing her pleasure. "Dear Jenny," said Ellen "isn't there somebody here that will go right off to Thirlwall for Dr. Gibson? Mr.
Lodgings were secured at a quiet, respectable hotel, and then the old man set out alone to hunt up Hitchcock's stable. He had no difficulty in finding it, and the man in charge of the office readily gave him the information he sought. Jack Randall was no longer employed at the establishment, but he lodged with his wife at No. 77 Amity street.
I don't know now, but I'll let you know, if you care to have me." "Of course I shall care to know!" Miss Hitchcock's voice trembled, and then steadied itself, as she added, "And I am glad you are thinking of it." With a sense of relief Sommers found himself alone, and free to return to the temple, to Alves, for the last time.
He valued his fine farming and fine cattle a great deal higher than Juniper Hitchcock's gentility. Shows what noise a bee can make when it gets into the house. As the party were all gathered, it was time to set to work. The fire in the front room was burning up finely now, but Miss Fortune had no idea of having pork-chopping or apple-paring done there.
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