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Not without great fear and doubt did Lynda go down into the shadow; not without an agony of apprehension did Truedale go with her to the boundary over which she must pass alone to accept what God had in store for her. They remembered with sudden and sharp anxiety the peril that Betty had endured, though neither spoke of it; and always they smiled courageously when most their hearts failed.
Truedale looked at Lynda who explained Betty's charming foolery. "I see. Well, yes, Ann, you must teach me to be a father." And so they began their lives together. And after a few days Lynda saw that during the child's stay with Betty the crust of sullen reserve had departed the little creature was the merriest, sweetest thing imaginable, once she could forget herself.
I I feel real sorry for him. And why didn't she go? I'd have gone as quick as anything." The door had closed between Ann's past and her future! Truedale got upon his feet, but he was still dazed and uncertain as to what he should do next. Then he heard Lynda say, and it almost seemed as if she spoke from a distance she could not cross, "Little Ann, bring father."
His frame of mind was so abject and personal that he could not get Lynda's point of view. He could not, as yet, see the insult he had offered, because he had set her so high and himself so low. He saw her only as the girl and woman who, her life through, had put herself aside and considered others. He saw himself in the light such a woman as he believed Lynda to be would regard him.
After she knew all, she would still be his friend. When he went into the library Lynda sat before the fire knitting a long strip of vivid wools. Conning had never seen her so employed and it had the effect of puzzling him; it was like seeing her well, smoking, as some of her friends did! Nothing wrong in it but, inharmonious.
"I'd like him to put up a bit of a fight as his father did before him." "As his father did not!" Truedale's eyes grew gloomy. "I'm afraid, Lyn, I'm constructed on the modelling plan added to, built up. Some fellows are chiselled out. I wonder about little Billy." "Somehow" Lynda gave a little contented smile "I am not afraid for Billy.
For a time there seemed to be nobody in the world but the man with whom I lived and me. He liked and trusted me I betrayed his trust!" Lynda caught her breath and gave a little exclamation of dissent, wonder. "You betrayed him, Con! I cannot believe that. Go on." "Yes. I betrayed his trust. He left me and went into the deep woods to hunt. He put everything in my care everything.
But Ann was gazing up at her with a strange, penetrating look. "It's the comfiest lap in the world," she faltered, "for little, tired girls." "I I love her!" Lynda gazed up at Truedale as if confessing and, at the end, seeking forgiveness. "Of course you do!" he comforted, "but be brave, Lyn!" He feared to excite Ann. Then the weary eyes of the child turned to him.
She felt it must have its way with her. "This house," Truedale was saying, "was meant for your mother. I left it bare and ready for her taste and choice. After I go, I want you to fit it out for her and me! You must do it at once." "No! No!" Lynda put up a protesting hand, but Truedale smiled her into silence and went on: "I may let you begin to-morrow and not wait!
She was darker, more dignified than her sister, but like her in voice and laugh. "Mollie, I wish I had told you to stay another hour," Betty exclaimed, going to her sister and kissing her. "And oh! Mollie, Lynda likes me! I'll confess to you both now that I have lain awake nights dreading this ordeal." When Lynda met Brace that evening she was amused at his drawn face and tense voice.
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