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Sara would have accepted the invitation without hesitation, but that there seemed to her certain reasons why her absence from Sunnyside just now was inadvisable reasons based on her loyalty to Doctor Dick and the trust he had reposed in her. For the last few weeks she had been perplexed and not a little worried concerning Molly's apparent accession to comparative wealth.
As she spoke, Tam flung up his head, pricked up his ears, and made a sudden plunge forward. What was it? What was the matter? What had he heard? He had heard what Molly herself heard in the next instant, the beat of a horse's hoofs. But the minute it struck upon Molly's ear she said to herself, "It's Barney; for that's old Ranger's step, I know."
Kirkpatrick was as caressing as could be. She held Molly's hand in hers, as they sate together in the library, after the first salutations were over. She kept stroking it from time to time, and purring out inarticulate sounds of loving satisfaction, as she gazed in the blushing face. 'What eyes! so like your dear father's! How we shall love each other shan't we, darling? For his sake!
Meanwhile Madeleine sobbed out the story of her grief and joy on Molly's heart; and Miss Sophia, who thus inconsiderately arrested in the full congenial flow of a new grief, was thrown back upon her old sorrows for consolation, had felt impelled to pay a visit to the rector's grave with the watering-can, and an extra pocket-handkerchief.
At last Sara rebelled, although compassionately aware of Molly's excellent intentions. "Molly, my angel, if you persist in treating me as though I had just lost the whole of my relatives in an earthquake or a wreck at sea, I shall explode. I've had a bad knock, but I don't want it continually rubbing into me. The world will go on even although my engagement is broken off. And I'm going on."
I can see the pitying look in Molly's eyes as she watched me; I can see it now. And I could beat myself for being such a blind fool as to What must she think of me? how she must despise me, choosing the false Duessa. 'Come, come! Cynthia isn't so bad as that. She's a very fascinating, faulty creature. 'I know! I know! I will never allow any one to say a word against her.
"And is that young idiot trying to persuade you that the sort of life he described a wild carnival life of dissipation and restaurant dinners is the right life for you? I tell you he's mistaken. I should like to to " Molly's face was burning now. "I I I don't think it's any of your business," she burst out. At this astonishing speech the Professor came to himself with a start.
"My room's better than my comp'ny, eh?" "It certainly is," said the girl, frankly. "Now, you wouldn't say that if you knowed something that I know," declared the fellow, grinning slily. "I don't know that anything you may say would interest me," the girl replied, sharply, and turned Molly's head. "Aw, hold on!" cried Ratty. "Don't be so abrupt. What I gotter say to you may help a lot."
In reality, it was forty feet wide. Racey stopped and swept with squinting eyes the place where he knew the bridge to be. "See," he said, suddenly, pointing for Molly's benefit. "There's the Daisy trail. I can see her plain to the left of that arrowhead bunch of trees. And the bridge is behind the trees." "But I don't see any trail." "Grown up in grass. That's why.
He had consecrated a strip of giant pine to this purpose, and often, while he lingered in the door of his mill, he felt himself battling against the desire to take down his axe and strike his first blow toward the building of Molly's home.
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