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"You don't have as good things to eat up at Mis' Jenney's as I give you," she remarked. "Not that you appear to care much for eatables any more. Austen, are you feeling poorly?" "I can dig more potatoes in a day than any other man in Ripton," he declared. "You'd ought to get married," said Euphrasia, abruptly. "I've told you that before, but you never seem to pay any attention to what I say."
He rang the stable-bell, and as he waited for an answer to his summons, the sense of his remoteness from these surroundings of hers deepened, and with a touch of inevitable humour he recalled the low-ceiled bedroom at Mr. Jenney's and the kitchen in Hanover Street; the annual cost of the care of that lawn and driveway might well have maintained one of these households.
I've seen her leave the house on a bright Sabbath half an hour before meetin' to be gone the whole day, and Hilary and all the ministers in town couldn't stop her." "I'll drop in once in a while to see you, Phrasie. I'll be at Jabe Jenney's." "Jabe's is not more than three or four miles from Flint's place," Euphrasia remarked. "I've thought of that," said Austen. "You'd thought of it!"
"I'll stay, with pleasure," she said. Mr. Jenney pronounced grace. Victoria sat across the table from Austen, and several times the consciousness of his grave look upon her as she talked heightened the colour in her cheek. He said but little during the meal. Victoria heard how well Mrs. Jenney's oldest son was doing in Springfield, and how the unmarried daughter was teaching, now, in the West.
You probably remember him in that Meader case, he isn't a man one would be likely to forget, and I know that this quarrel with his father isn't of Austen's seeking." "Oughtn't he to be told at once?" said Victoria. "Yes," said the doctor; "time is valuable, and we can't predict what Hilary will do. At any rate, Austen ought to know but the trouble is, he's at Jenney's farm.
Hanover Street, Mr. Jenney's farm-house, were unrealities too. Ten minutes later if she had marked the interval came the sound of wheels again, this time growing louder. Then she heard a voice in the hall, her father's voice. "Towers, who was that?" "A young gentleman, sir, who drove home with Miss Victoria. I didn't get his name, sir." "Has Miss Victoria retired?" "She's in the library, sir.
And he went out, and across to the stable to harness Pepper. Austen did not believe Euphrasia. On that eventful evening when Victoria had called at Jabe Jenney's, the world's aspect had suddenly changed for him; old values had faded, values which, after all, had been but tints and glows, and sterner but truer colours took their places.
I would rather live with you at Jabe Jenney's," and her voice caught in an exquisite note between laughter and tears. "I love you, do you understand, you! Oh, how could you ever have doubted it? How could you? What you believe, I believe. And, Austen, I have been so unhappy for three days."
She could still, of course, keep on the hill road, but that would take her to Weymouth, and she would never get home. It is useless to go into the reasons for this act of Victoria's. She did not know them herself. The nearer Victoria got to Mr. Jenney's, the more she wished herself back at the forks. Suppose Mrs. Fitch told him of her visit! Perhaps she could pass the Jenneys' unnoticed.
"You don't have as good things to eat up at Mis' Jenney's as I give you," she remarked. "Not that you appear to care much for eatables any more. Austen, are you feeling poorly?" "I can dig more potatoes in a day than any other man in Ripton," he declared. "You'd ought to get married," said Euphrasia, abruptly. "I've told you that before, but you never seem to pay any attention to what I say."
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