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The shorthand writing caught her eye at once but the characters were unknown to her. "Cipher, eh?" she muttered. "A little code of my own invention," said Sarah." Sometimes I can't make it out myself." Nan restored the book and examined Sarah Judd's purse. "They keep you well supplied with funds, it seems." "Comes handy in emergencies," was the reply. "Now let's go to your room."
I do not know any more truly realistic pictures of certain aspects of New England life than are to be found in Judd's "Margaret," wherein are depicted exceedingly pinched and ignoble social conditions. Yet the characters and the life are drawn with the artistic purity of Flaxman's illustrations of Homer. Another example is Thomas Hardy's "Far from the Madding Crowd."
He would sit for hours in Devil Judd's cabin, rarely saying anything to June or to anybody, though the girl felt that she hardly made a move that he did not see, and while he disappeared when Hale came, after a surly grunt of acknowledgment to Hale's cheerful greeting, his perpetual espionage began to anger June.
I say this with the names of all the Bostonian group, and those they influenced, in mind, and with a full sense of their greatness. It may be ungracious to say that they have left no heirs to their peculiar greatness; but it would be foolish to say that they left an estate where they had none to bequeath. One cannot take account of such a fantasy as Judd's Margaret.
On these occasions it generally occurred that the squire and the vicar fell into conversation about classical and literary subjects while the two ladies talked of the little incidents of Billingsfield life, of Tom Judd's wife and of Joe Staines, the choir boy, who was losing his voice, and of similar topics of interest in the very small world in which they lived.
"It's as much as fifty thousand dollars," said one. "Every dollar of it," assented the other. "It ain't likely he's made a will. Who's goin' to heir it? He 'ain't got a relation that I know of. All the folks I ever heard of his havin', since I can remember, was his step-father an' his brother Sam, an' they died twenty odd years ago." "Adoniram Judd's father was Simon Basset's mother's cousin."
The strain the Hawk was under showed only in his pulling at the bangs of flaxen hair that covered his forehead as far as the eyebrows. He had, from Judd's words, expected a mystery in Ku Sui's approach. There was nothing to do but wait; he had made what few plans and preparations he could in advance. Friday broke the tense silence in the control cabin. "He's got to be somewhere!" he exploded.
She shivered a little, and he marked the involuntary act, and drew back a step. In silence they walked rapidly up the narrow path, slippery from a recent fall of light snow. Once Rose slipped, and instantly Judd's sinewy arm was about her waist, steadying her. Then, as she regained her balance and started forward, it tightened and drew her suddenly to him in a passionate, crushing embrace.
Who is the little buttercup?" he added, looking at the child whose shock of bright golden curls made his nickname an apt one. "She's Lou, Judd's leetle sister, an' her house air jest over thar beyond ourn. Yo' guessed rightly, she air one er my flower children, ain't ye, honey-sweet?" Rose dropped to her knees in the wet grass, and gathered the bashful child against her tenderly.
So one morning as he mounted his horse at old Judd's gate, he called to June in the garden: "I'm a-goin' over to the Gap." June paled, but Dave was not looking at her. "What for?" she asked, steadying her voice. "Business," he answered, and he laughed curiously and, still without looking at her, rode away. Hale sat in the porch of his little office that morning, and the Hon.
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