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Updated: May 23, 2025
You! and have come to confess yourself a She never finished the sentence, for something in Jerrie's face frightened her, while her husband, who had come forward, laid his hand warningly upon her arm.
For an instant Arthur stood like one stricken with catalepsy, his eyes leaping from Jerry's face to Gretchen's, and from Gretchen's back to Jerrie's, and then, with a motion of his hands as if fanning the air furiously, he gasped: 'Twenty years ago twenty years ago? How old are you, Cherry?
Oh, Maude, Maude, you don't know how much I love you! Maude was very calm, though her lips quivered a little and the tears filled her eyes as she put her hand caressingly upon Jerrie's golden hair. A great change had come over Maude since the night when she heard Jerrie's strange story a change for the better some might have thought, although the physician who attended her gave no hope.
'He will sweat some, if he is, for Jerrie is twice as heavy as Peterkin's daughter; and at the very idea Tom laughed out loud, thinking that he should greatly prefer to have Jerrie's strength and weight in his arms to his light, slim, little girl, who neither spoke nor moved until he laughed, and then there came in smothered tones from the region of his vest: 'Oh, Tom, how can you laugh?
Now, this was false; for although Jerrie's fever had increased rapidly during the night, and her babbling was something terrible to hear, there was in it no accusation of Harold, although she was constantly talking to him, and asking for the diamonds and the bag.
'Yes, I must tell you, he continued, 'as a preliminary to what I have to say to you afterward, and what I did not mean to say quite so soon; but this decides me, and Harold drew Jerrie a little closer to him as he went on: 'Did you ever think that I loved poor little Maude? 'Yes, I have thought so, was Jerrie's answer.
Oh, Jerrie! he said, one day, unconsciously, as he sat by his daughter, who, he thought, was sleeping. But at the mention of Jerrie's name her eyes unclosed and fixed themselves upon her father with a look in which he read an earnest desires for something. 'What is it, pet? he asked. 'Do you want anything?
Keep it yourself, Jerrie, and he held it up against her white bib apron. 'It is just like the pink on your cheeks. Wear it for me, and taking a pin from his collar, he fastened it rather awkwardly to the bib, while his face came in so close proximity to Jerrie's that he felt her breath stir his hair, and felt, too, a strong temptation to kiss the glowing cheek so near his own.
Crawford's neck, hugging and kissing her awhile, and then taking her baby from the nurse she put it into the old lady's arms, saying as she did so: 'Another grandson for you Harold's baby. Isn't he a beauty? And little Tracy was a most beautiful child, with his father's features and complexion, but Jerrie's expression and ways, and Mrs.
'This is our grandchild, he will say, nodding to the space beside him, while little Gretchen nods too, as if she also saw a figure sitting there. 'Our grandchild and Jerrie's baby, and you are its grandmother. Grandma Gretchen! That's funny; and then he laughs, and baby laughs, and says after him, lispingly, 'Danma Detchen, that's funny.
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