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They looked long into each other's eyes. Then solemnly, slowly, Nella-Rose relinquished her hold of the child. "I give you lil' Ann." So might she have spoken if, in religious fervour, she had been resigning her child to death. "I I give you lil' Ann." Gently she kissed the sleeping face and laid her burden in the aching, strained arms that had still to learn their tender lesson of bearing.
They drew the table close to the roaring fire, leaving doors and windows open to the crisp, sweet; morning air. "We'll have a party!" Truedale announced. "I'll step over to Jim's cabin and bring the best he's got." When he returned Nella-Rose had placed cups, saucers, and plates on the table. "Do you often have parties?" she asked. "I never had one before.
So Lynda spoke: "You think he" she could not bring herself, for all her bravery and sense of justice, to speak her husband's name "you think he remembers you as something less than you were, than you are? Nella-Rose, he never has! He did not understand, but always he has held you sacred. Whatever blame there may have been he took it all.
Lynda drew her own chair close to the stranger's and as she did so, she could but wonder, now that she was herself again, how exactly Nella-Rose seemed to fit into the scene.
"What then?" And now Nella-Rose sank to the hearthstone and bent her head on the lap of the old woman. It was more possible to speak when she could escape those seeking eyes. She closed her own and tried to call Truedale to the dark space and to her support but he would not come. "So it is trouble, then?" "No, no! it's oh! it's the joy, Miss Lois Ann." "Ha! ha!
He was shut away from possible temptation; he even found it easy to think of Kendall and of Lynda, but he utterly eliminated his uncle from his mind. Between him and old William Truedale the gulf seemed to have become impassable! And while Truedale sank into an unsafe mental calm, Nella-Rose pushed her way into the teeth of the storm and laughed and chattered like a mad and lost little nymph.
I feel upperty and then poof! off go the pictures and I am just lil' Nella-Rose again!" A comically heavy sigh brought Truedale back to earth. "But the face you saw long ago," Truedale whispered, "was it my face, do you think?" Nella-Rose paused then quietly: "I reckon it was. Yes, I'm mighty sure it was your face.
In that day when Nella-Rose accepted, in the fullest sense, his people and his people's code how would he stand in her eyes? A groan escaped him, then another, and he started nervously. "Con, what is it a bad dream?" Lynda touched his arm to arouse him. "Yes a mighty bad one!" "Tell it to me. Tell it while it is fresh in your mind.
Was Nella-Rose forever to have the glory even in her shame, while she, Marg, with all the rights of womanhood, could hold no hope of maternity? For one reason or another Marg often stole to the woods as near the Hollow as she dared to go. She hoped for news but none came; and it was late August when, one sunny noon, she confronted Burke Lawson! Lawson's face was strange and awful to look on.
"Because! Because!" was the stern response, and the woman in Nella-Rose thrilled and throbbed and trembled, while the girlish spirit pleaded for the excitement of joy and sweetness that was making the grim stretches of her narrow existence radiant and full of meaning. On she went doggedly.
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