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His voice was wistful, but his eyes even more so, as he clasped her hand in a quick, strong pressure which almost hurt her, then turned, and went with great strides towards his father's long-boat just about pushing off; for this was Jaspar Norris whose father was captain of the fleet, and by far the richest and most consequential man in Killamet.
During all of her visit, Miss Prue had an air of taking possession of Sara, which was, if not new, at least accented greatly, and occasionally would drop such expressions as, "If you should ever live in Killamet again," or "When you come back to us, Sara," which gave the girl an uneasy feeling that her future was being settled for her, leaving no alternative.
"She's good!" said Sara with emphasis, as if nothing else counted for much. "Wall, nobody's goin' to say she ain't in Killamet, Sairay, leastways, not many. In course she's ruther top-headed an' lofty, but it's in the blood. Ole Cap'n Plunkett was the same, and my! his wife, Mis' Pettibone thet was, she was thet high an' mighty ye couldn't come anigh her with a ten-foot pole!
"Well, I haven't told you about my trip yet, to Killamet." "Ah! It was then to Killamet that you have been? I have thought so, though you did say it was a business trip." "And so it was, partly; old Adam has sold my yacht, and I went to get the money." "Are there, then, no banks with drafts, or notes of post in Killamet?" rallyingly. "Don't tease, auntie, but listen.
Gentlemen, as a class, were not held in high esteem at Killamet. Even Captain Norris laughed at fine manners, and would doubtless say, "Oh, give the boy a chance to try his sea-legs, if he wants to a little toughening won't hurt him." No one but Miss Prue would thoroughly sympathize with, and stand by her, and what were she and Miss Prue against so many?
They turned homewards presently, and Sara, walking between the now momently subdued Morton and Molly, heard her name called with a purity of pronunciation so seldom accorded it in Killamet that she knew at once who spoke.
It happened to be a fair day when they left for the new home, and it seemed as if all Killamet turned out to bid them God-speed.
When, however, Sara had gotten as far as the removal to Boston, the elder woman threw up her hands in dismay. "Goodness! child, of what are you thinking? Are you left so well off that you can afford even to think of this thing? Why, my dear, even I, with my means, which most Killamet people think large, would feel as if abandoned to the wolves, there! I couldn't begin to live on my income."
As soon as he had disposed of his goose to Mrs. As usual, he found the heavily bearded, long-haired, keen-eyed old man sitting on a bench before his cabin, and at the minute gazing down the long barrel of a shot-gun which he had just been cleaning. "Hello, uncle!" was Morton's greeting. Every man is an "uncle" in Killamet, unless he is a "cap'n," or a "squire."
You don't know how I long for a sight of the ocean! The only trouble is, she can't find a place quiet enough to suit her she hates to go to a great hotel, or where there is a crowd." Sara looked up with a sudden thought. "Killamet would be quiet enough how nice it would be if she'd take my house there!" "Your house! Have you a house?"
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