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Updated: May 18, 2025
When she heard Abraham reproaching himself with having brought on a return of fever by refusing Mary's wish, of having been the means of her death, I know her heart ached to say, 'It was not you, Abraham, it was Bernard McKey who killed her. But no, she did not; family pride towered above affection, and she was true to her promise, true to the last. She died with the secret hers.
I heard Abraham go on up the stairs, and knew that he was searching for me. I knew who had come in with him, and I arose from my concealment in the unlighted library, and went into the parlor. It was Mr. McKey who sat there. "'What is it? I asked, for a gnome of ill was walking up and down in my brain, as we had walked on the sands so few hours before. "'What is it? I don't know, he said.
"Anemones never know which way the wind blows, until it comes down close to the ground," she said; "but souls which are on bleak mountain-summits must watch whirlwinds, poised in space, and note their airy march. So I saw, clearly cut into the rock of the future, my own face, with all the lines and carvings wrought into it that the life of Bernard McKey would chisel out, and I only waited.
I thought Miss Axtell would have ventured out on the bridge, far and high, ere now; but no, she says "the time is not yet, that she will wait until Abraham comes home"; and Bernard McKey is content. The solemn old house is closed. No longer Katie opens the door and Kino looks around the corner. Kino died, perhaps of grief: such deaths have been. Miss Axtell has put off the old Dead-Sea-wave face.
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