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"You must have something to eat " She was in such a panic of uncertainty as to what must and must not be said to Maurice that she clutched at supper as a perfectly safe topic. "I I I'll go and see about your supper," said Mrs. Newbolt, and trundled off to hide herself in the dining room. Mary Houghton could not hide, but she would have been glad to!
Newbolt and Edith that she was going out to do an errand for Eleanor; "I hope Maurice will get back soon," she said. "I don't like Eleanor's looks." Then she went to get that letter which Maurice "must not see." As she walked along the street she was still tingling with the shock of having her own theories brought home to her. "Thank God," Mary Houghton said, "that nothing happened!"
Without tears, Hammer's eloquence dwindled and his oratory dried. Mrs. Newbolt blessed him in her heart, and the irresponsible and vacillating public wiped its cheeks clean of its tears and settled down to have its emotions warped the other way. Everybody said that Hammer had done well.
Newbolt who thrust it at her, in those first days of settling down into the new house. She had come in, waddling ponderously on her weak ankles, to see, she said, how the young people were getting along: "At least, one of you is young!" Mrs. Newbolt said, jocosely. She was still puffing from a climb upstairs, to find Eleanor, dusty and disheveled, in a little room in the top of the house.
Sorry poor old Eleanor isn't up to it." Maurice frowned; "Look here, Edith, that isn't respectful." Edith looked so blankly astonished that Mrs. Newbolt defended her: "But Eleanor does look old! And she'll lose her figger if she isn't careful! My dear grandmother used to say, 'Girls, I'd rather have you lose your vir "
She smiled; ".... And let our winds Kiss thy perfumed garments; let us taste Thy morn and evening breath!..." "Oh stop! I can't bear it," he said, huskily; and, turning on his face, he kissed the grass, earth's "perfumed garment," snow-sprinkled with locust blossoms.... But the moment of passion left him serious. "When I think of Mrs. Newbolt," he said, "I could commit murder."
He doesn't look very contented! but men are men," said Mrs. Newbolt. "He ought to be contented," Eleanor said, passionately; "I adore him!" "You've got to interest him," her aunt said; "that's more important than adorin' him! A man can buy a certain kind of adoration, but he can't purchase interest." "I don't know what you're talking about," Eleanor said, trembling.
Madam, resume your seat, and do not interrupt the prosecuting attorney again." Mrs. Newbolt justified Joe's plea by sitting quietly while the prosecutor continued. But her interruption had acted like an explosion in the train of his ideas; he was so much disconcerted by it that he finished rather tamely, reserving his force, as people understood, for his closing speech.
His sense of personal pride and family honor was not touched by his daughter's confession of shame, any more than his soul was moved to tenderness and warmth for her honest rescue of Joe Newbolt from his overhanging peril. He was voluble in his declarations that they would "put the screws" to Ollie on the charge of perjury.
"Joe Newbolt," said he, "I put you under arrest on the suspiciont of shootin' and murderin' Isom Chase in cold blood." It was a formula contrived between the constable and Sol. Sol had insisted on the "cold blood." That was important and necessary, he declared. Omit that in making the arrest, and you had no case. It would fall through.
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