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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."
Jenney's ancestors, which Victoria and other people had often paused on their drives to admire, and on the hillside was a little, old-fashioned flower garden; lilacs clustered about the small-paned windows, and a bitter-sweet clung to the roof and pillars of the porch.
A while ago, and she had blamed herself vehemently for coming to Jabe Jenney's, and now the act had suddenly become sanctified in her sight. She did not analyze her feeling for Austen, but she was consumed with a fierce desire that justice should be done him. "He was honourable honourable!" she found herself repeating under her breath.
"I am afraid," he said, "that I did not express my gratitude as I should have done the evening you were good enough to come up to Jabe Jenney's." He saw her colour rise again, but she did not pause. "Please don't say anything about it, Mr. Vane. Of course I understand how you felt," she cried. "Neither my father nor myself will forget that service," said Austen.
Jenney's ancestors, which Victoria and other people had often paused on their drives to admire, and on the hillside was a little, old-fashioned flower garden; lilacs clustered about the small-paned windows, and a bitter-sweet clung to the roof and pillars of the porch.
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.
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.
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."
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!"
A while ago, and she had blamed herself vehemently for coming to Jabe Jenney's, and now the act had suddenly become sanctified in her sight. She did not analyze her feeling for Austen, but she was consumed with a fierce desire that justice should be done him. "He was honourable honourable!" she found herself repeating under her breath.
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