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Tracy has them by this time, Harold replied. 'Mrs. Tracy! Jerrie exclaimed. 'What has she to do with them? They are not hers. They are mine they are mine! Bring them to me bring them to me. She was terribly excited, and for a time Harold bent all his energies to soothe her, and at last when from sheer exhaustion she became quiet he said to her: 'Jerrie, where did you find the diamonds?
Jerrie made no reply, but by the pang of resentment which shot through her heart at the smallness of the woman, she knew she was not past all feeling, and that there was still something human in the stone, as she had styled herself.
'There must be flowers everywhere, Jerrie is so fond of them, Maude said; and she brought great baskets full from the park gardens, and a costly Dresden vase, which Arthur had left for Jerrie when he went away, together with his card and his photograph, and a note in which he had written as follows: 'MY DEAR CHILD: Welcome, welcome home again.
'What if it were so? he said to himself, while everything seemed slipping away from him, but mostly Jerrie, who, if it were so, would be separated from him by a gulf he could not pass; for what could the daughter of Arthur Tracy care for him, the poor boy, whose life had been one fight with poverty, and whose worn, shabby clothes, on which the full western sunlight was falling, told plainer than words of the poverty which still held him in thrall.
In his third letter to Jerrie, after the receipt of her instructions, Harold wrote as follows: 'I have offered my services as reader, and tried the solid on Maude as you advised have read her fifty pages of Grote's History of Greece; but when I got as far as Homeric Theogony, she looked piteously at me, while with Hesiod and Orpheus she was hopelessly bewildered, and by the time I reached the extra Hellenic religion she was fast asleep!
With a great gulp, and a long sigh like a grieved child, Billy dried his tears, of which he was much ashamed, and helping Jerrie into the cart drove her rapidly to the door of the cottage. 'I should not like Tom, nor Dick, nor Harold to know this, he said to her, as he stood a moment with her at the gate.
Tracy, I refused, for I wanted it all my own, for you. He was speaking rapidly and excitedly, and had Jerrie looked she would have seen in his face all she was to him; but she did not look up, and at mention of Maude a cloud fell suddenly upon her. But she would not let it remain; she would be happy and make Harold so, too.
And this he did with a thought of Jerrie in his heart, though with no suspicion that she was there; and when he saw her he started suddenly, and uttered an exclamation of surprise, which roused her from her heavy slumber.
Pierce calls so loud 'Jerry! I'm always afraid he means me; but Nurse says that Jerry has a y in it and mine is ie, but it sounds like my name all the time. But Prue is soft like Pussy and I like it. What made you ever call me Jerrie, papa?" "Because your mamma named you after my name, Jerome. We used to call you Roma, but that was long for a baby, so we began to call you Jerrie."
He was worn with the fatigue and excitement of his journey and the long drive he had taken, and Jerrie knew that whenever he was tired his mind was weaker and wandered more thin usual. So she tried to quiet and divert him by calling his attention to her dress, and asking how he liked it. 'It is lovely, he said, examining the lace and the soft flounces. 'It is the prettiest Maude and I could find.
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