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She must be a very handsome woman, with a hand like that; and such a voice! I knew the moment she spoke that she didn't belong in this village." As a matter of fact, his keen ear had caught the melody in Lyddy's voice, a voice full of dignity, sweetness, and reserve power.
The window was open beside her, and she was staring out upon the door-yard, where the hens were burrowing for coolness in the soft earth under the lilac bushes; from time to time she put her handkerchief to her eyes. "I don't like this part of it, father," said the elderly woman, "Lyddy's seeming to feel about it the way she does right at the last moment, as you may say."
"The only thing't makes me feel easier is what the captain said about the young men," said Deacon Latham. "What young men?" asked Miss Maria. "Why, I told you about 'em!" retorted the old man, with some exasperation. "You told me about two young men that stopped on the wharf and pitied Lyddy's worn-out looks." "Didn't I tell you the rest?
Davy did not quite understand this, though he thought it pretty; but Lyddy's husband did, and when the boy went back to his books, he took his wife in his arms and kissed her twice, once for herself, and then once again. In the little villages along the Saco River, in the year 1850 or thereabouts, the arrival and departure of the stage-coach was the one exciting incident of the day.
"She's a good girl, and I never want to see a more uncomplainin'; but I know it's duller and duller here all the while for her, with us two old folks, and no young company; and I d'know as it's been any better the two winters she's taught in the Mill Village. That's what reconciles me, on Lyddy's account, as much as anything.
Miss Doolittle looked up from under her tied-down brown hat in surprise at such a salutation. But her surprise was increased by Captain Ben's next remark. "It just came into my mind," said he, "that you was the right one to take Lyddy's place. You two used to be such great knit-ups that it will seem 'most like having Lyddy back again.
When his tender words fell upon Lyddy's dazed brain she sank beside his chair, and, clasping his knees, sobbed: "I love you, I cannot help loving you, I cannot help telling you I love you! But you must hear the truth, you have heard it from others, but perhaps they softened it. If I marry you, people will always blame me and pity you.
Irish Mary with a great glittering car that was as commodious as the average theatre dressing room. "Get in, dearie. Lyddy's using the big car to-day. They're out on location. Shootin' the last of Devils and Men." Harrietta was saying to herself: "Don't be a nasty snob, Harry. This is a different world. Think of the rotten time Alice would have had in Wonderland if she hadn't been broad-minded.
The ribbon would be red; the woman who arranged this room would make no mistake; for in one morning Anthony Croft had penetrated the secret of Lyddy's true personality, and in a measure had sounded the shallows that led to the depths of her nature. Lyddy went home at seven o'clock that night rather reluctantly. The doctor had said Mr.
Butterfield was happy enough in Paradise to appreciate and feel Lyddy's joy. I can even believe she was glad to have died, since her dying could bring such content to any wretched living human soul. As Lydia sat in the firelight, the left side of her poor face in shadow, you saw that she was distinctly harmonious. Her figure, clad in plain black-and-white calico dress, was a graceful, womanly one.
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