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Kesiah's voice, droning monotonously like the loud hum of bees, rose above the faint crackling of the logs, on which Mrs. Gay had fixed her soft, unfathomable eyes, while she reconstructed, after the habit of her imagination, certain magnificent adventures in the poet's life. "Have you seen Jonathan, Molly?" asked Kesiah, laying aside her book while Mrs. Gay wiped her eyes.
Subtract it from the universe and there was nothing left but a void, yet in this void, life seemed to move and feed and have its being just as if it were really alive. People indeed even women would go on, like Kesiah, for almost sixty years, and not share, for an instant, the divine impulse of creation.
That's just the kind Mr. Mullen preaches about in his sermons the kind that rules without your knowing it. But if she'd been bold and bad instead of soft and good, she couldn't have done half the harm!" "And Miss Kesiah?" he asked, "had she nothing to do with it?" "She? Oh, her sister has drained her there isn't an ounce of red blood left in her veins. Mr.
"I am sorry for the child, of course," she said sadly, after weeping a little "who knows but she may have inherited her mother's character?" "The doctor said you were to be quiet, Angela," remarked Kesiah, who had stood at the foot of the bed in the attitude of a Spartan. "Jonathan, if you begin to excite her, you'd better go." "Oh, my boy, my darling boy," sobbed Mrs.
"Aunt Kesiah," she asked suddenly, and her voice thrilled, "were you ever in love?" Kesiah looked up from the sheets with the expression of a person who has been interrupted in the serious business of life by the fluttering of a humming-bird.
"I beg your pardon?" returned Kesiah, startled, for she had been thinking not of Molly's life, but of her own. It was not much of a life, to be sure, but it was all she had, so she felt it was only natural that she should think about it. "I said I wondered if it were the miller," repeated Gay a little impatiently.
Kesiah had shown her the external differences in "things," while Gay had opened her eyes to the external differences that might count in men. Until she knew Gay she had believed that the cultivation of one's appearance was a matter that concerned women alone.
Don't misjudge poor Kesiah, Jonathan, she has a good heart at bottom, though she has always been a little soured on account of her disappointment."
Here, where he had expected to find Molly, Kesiah met him, with some long black things over her arm, and a frown of anxious sympathy on her face. "The child is broken-hearted," she said with dignity, for a funeral was one of the few occasions upon which she felt that she appeared to advantage. "I don't think she can see you but I'll go in and ask, if you wish it."
He sent the girl to a good school in Applegate, I remember, and there was a bequest of some sort, I believe something that she comes into on her twenty-first birthday." "She isn't twenty-one then, is she?" "I don't know, Jonathan, I really can't remember." "Perhaps Aunt Kesiah can tell me something about her?" "Oh, she can and she will but Kesiah is so violent in all her opinions!
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