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He had hinted to his wife that it was due to Jamie's jealousy that he had lost his place at the bank. Mercedes did not believe this; but she had thought that Jamie, with his influence, might have kept him there. More, she had herself, and secretly, gone to the counting-room to see old Mr. Bowdoin, as she had done once before when a child, and asked that St. Clair might be taken back.
We got behind on the rent mumsey bein' sick so, and not earnin' anythin'." In spite of a courageously cheerful smile, Jamie's voice shook. "Mis' Dolan down-stairs the woman what keeps my wheel chair for me, you know is helpin' us out this week. But of course she can't do it always, and then we'll have to go if Jerry don't strike it rich, or somethin'." "Oh, but can't we " began Pollyanna.
My Father had been begging me for years to come home and say good-bye to him; so, in 1901, I made the journey. I hadn't been in the old home long before the alley was filled with neighbours, curious to have a look at "ould Jamie's son who was a clargymaan." I went to the door and shook hands with everybody in the hope that after a while they would go away and leave me with my own.
Bowdoin had hurried up the stairs. Jamie was lying with his eyes wide open, moving restlessly. It seemed a low fever; for his face was pale; only the old ruddiness showed unnaturally, like the mark of his old-country lineage, left from bygone years of youth and sunlight on his paling life. And Jamie's eyes met Mr.
He did not realize the impossibility of the sympathy he dreamed. He had fondly thought his man's love a justification for that intimacy from which, in natures like Mercedes', even a mother's love is excluded. All Jamie's judgment was against the man, and yet his heart was in touch with hers to feel its stirring for him. The one told him he was not respectable; the other that he was romantic.
Them's the gold. An' Jamie's playin' 'bad man' an' swoopin' down on her and sneakin' her worms. It's a new game. Y'see, I thought it out and taught 'em how to play it. They're a heap struck on it, too. But words somehow failed him under the baleful stare of the other's eyes. And turning back to the milk he fell into a stupid silence.
"Ay, and tyne his as weel!" he returned. "Tyne what's yer ain to tyne, wuman and that's no your sowl, nor yet Jamie's! He's no yours to save, but ye're deein a' ye can to destroy him and aiblins ye'll succeed! for ye wad sen' him straucht awa to hell for the sake o' a guid name a lee! a hypocrisy! Oot upo ye for a Christian mither, Mirran!
The snow's goin' to be thick too, and we'll lose our bearings." "Go on, then. I'll foller with the kid," said Bill, still holding Jamie's aching arm. "Better let the kid go," said Hank, swinging a rifle over his left shoulder and with an axe in his right hand striding away through the darkness and thickly falling snow.
She had felt one slight pang of jealousy when she had been told of his engagement, and that was all. This quiet half-hour spent by Jamie's bed had set everything right in her life. She understood herself now, and could even think of something pretty to give Miss Kilner for a wedding present. "Jamie shall give her something from himself," she decided.
In God's name, why did he not borrow it, ask me for it? thought poor Jamie. He must have known it would be at once discovered. And mixed curiously with Jamie's dismay was a business man's contempt for the childishness of the theft. And yet they called such men sharpers! For never from that moment, from that time on, did poor Jamie doubt the sort of man Mercedes had married.
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