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Nan's my helpmate just a loving woman that the Lord brought to me and gave me when I was alone that I still love. I didn't know it till last night. She will never stand in my way. I haven't to put her against my duty. She will leave me free to obey the voice that calls to me. And no man can hear that voice but himself."
"It is stupid," he confessed, shame in his accent, "but they say the fairies dance there, and I think we might be looking for another way." At the confession, Nan's mood of fear that Gilian had conferred on her was gone. She drew back and laughed with as much heartiness as at his story of the heron's nest.
"And if the White Moll happens to know Gypsy Nan, as she knows everybody else through her jellies and custards and fake charity, and happens to be near here when she gets into trouble, and beats it for here with the police on her heels, and asks for help, what do you expect Gypsy Nan's going to do if she wants to stand any chance of sticking around these parts as Gypsy Nan?"
"You can settle right down now, you two, an' visit." She put a hand for an instant on Nan's shoulder and Nan felt the glow of her beneficence. Did Charlotte know what it was to her to have even one evening alone with Rookie? Charlotte knew most things. Probably she knew that. Nan and Raven had their noon dinner and went for a walk, up the road.
Thus engrossed, these two forgot many duties which even blue-stockings and innamoratas are expected to perform, and slowly all the homely humdrum cares that housewives know became Nan's daily life, and she accepted it without a thought of discontent.
"Is it true?" he demanded, ignoring her halting question, and fixing her with a glance that seemed to penetrate right through her. "Is is what true?" she faltered. "Is it true what Isobel said that you look down on us because we're countrified, that you're still hankering after that precious artistic crew of yours in London?" He spoke violently so violently that it roused Nan's spirit.
This music was less picturesque, perhaps, than that she had heard in the cathedral at Lucerne, but it had more of a human cry in it; it was an appeal for guidance for light for light in the darkness of the world. The tears were running down Nan's face.
Do something!" cried Nan. "Yes, yes! I will of course!" Bert shook off Nan's hand, for it was still on his arm, and started to skate toward the twins as fast as he could. He hoped to reach them in time to stop them from skating right into the path of the oncoming ice-boat. But he soon saw that he was not going to be able to do this.
The maid did not understand who Nan was, and was doubtful; but the moment Madam came to the telephone herself and heard Nan's name, she cried: "Send her up send her up! She is just the one I want to see." This greatly excited Nan, for she thought of Sallie and Celia.
Tag had kept his bright eyes fastened on Nan's face while she talked, and he gave a little contented whine as Tode stooped and patted his head. "But tell me what you've ben doin', Nan. How'd you get money enough to hire this room an' fix it up so dandy?" Tode inquired, looking about admiringly.
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