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Doctor Morgan addressed himself to her, taking her aside while they talked. "All moonshine, Noland, old boy," he exclaimed when he followed Elizabeth back to the sickroom a few minutes later. "This girl's as sound as a dollar. Noland's been thinking he's too much trouble, Mrs. Hunter." Doctor Morgan saw Hugh Noland's colour die out, and dropped his finger on the patient's wrist apprehensively.
That brief period during which Elizabeth had been compelled to live a double life for his sake had held many lessons, and had forever weaned her from duplicity of any sort. Those special hours the hours spent beside Hugh Noland's grave were spent in searching self-inquiry, in casting up accounts, in measuring herself against the principles with which she struggled.
John let the subject drop, but as they rode home he had an uncomfortable sense of unpleasant things to come: first of all why had the presence of the will been concealed from him, Hugh Noland's partner and closest friend? secondly, why had Luther Hansen been told? thirdly, why had Elizabeth declined just now to discuss it with him after knowing about it for some time?
"If I could only approve of myself," she said to Hugh, and then was sorry she had spoken, for Hugh Noland's face grew more white and he closed his eyes with a little sob. "Oh, my darling," he said when he could speak again, "you long for that and I like you for it too, but I'm weak. I want to be loved and petted, and I'm so tired that I don't want to think about it at all.
John Hunter's familiar handwriting stared at her from the top envelope. Elizabeth thought of many things while she waited for the man to run through the newspapers and magazines. Half an hour ago she had registered a vow beside Hugh Noland's grave. She was to be tested promptly.
Something must be done to free the girl and put her back into a life of which she could approve. With self-respect restored, Elizabeth was the kind of woman who would take hold of the merely unpleasant features of her life, and in time find a way of overcoming them. A plan began to formulate in Hugh Noland's head.
Sadie Hansen looked at her young neighbour, overcome by the fact that she was to have several thousand dollars all her own; Luther's gray eyes dwelt upon her affectionately, glad that this last evidence of Hugh Noland's sacrifice was hers; Doctor Morgan thought of the power it would give her to control the financial side of her life, and John Hunter was glad that at least the money was to remain in the business, and ready to forget the supposed plot.
On his seventh birthday his mother dressed him and herself carefully and rode over to the lonely graveyard. She did not go flower-laden. Rather, she went as was her custom, to spend an hour with the quiet dead in silent thought. Hugh Noland's sacrifice had not been in vain.
He's usually thoughtful about the cooking for strange men." Something in the hurt, weary look of her went to Hugh Noland's heart. "I'll run over to Hornby's and back in half an hour unless he's at the far side of the field. Anyhow, I'll get back the very first minute I can. I have to start to Mitchell County to-morrow, early in the morning, so I won't have any time to do anything except to-night.
"Shellers?" Elizabeth backed out of the closet she was cleaning, and came around to the door. "Shellers? Are we going to have shellers?" "To-morrow," he said in surprise. In spite of her exclamation of astonishment Elizabeth noted a familiar look on Hugh Noland's face which had something in it that always caught her attention.
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