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He was tall and of familiar figure, and the firelight was playing in the tossed curls of his short, fair hair. "In there," said the judge, "if you care to go." Ollie did not stir. Her feet felt rooted to the floor in the wonder and doubt of this strange occurrence. "Ollie!" cried the man at the hearthstone, calling her name imploringly. He came forward, holding out pleading hands.
Just what that something was, or why she could not feel completely satisfied, Sammy did not understand. But the day was soon to come when she would know the real impulses of her heart. Since that first afternoon, Ollie had not tried to force his suit. While, in a hundred little ways, he had not failed to make her feel his love, he had never openly attempted the role of lover.
So as she moved they quivered and shimmered, and the effect was dazzling, barbaric. She must have seen that Montague was staggered, for she gave him a little extra pressure of the hand, and said, "I'm so glad you came. Ollie has told me all about you." Her voice was soft and melting, not so forbidding as her garb.
It was settled that Sammy was going to marry young Stewart; that was what mattered. And Young Matt had given her up. And, as he had told his father in the barn that day, it was alright. But still still it was a great day, because Ollie would be saying good-by.
At last, with a hesitating emphasis that would have alarmed anyone less wrapped in his own content than her son, she said: "Ollie, when you finish your breakfast I want you, on your way to Judge Ellicott's office, to stop at Colonel Clayton's and ask him to be good enough to come and see me as soon as he can on a little matter of business. Tell him I will keep him but a minute.
"Oh, let us hurry through our dinner," said Ollie, "and go down to the beach. I love to see them draw in their big nets full of fish. It is such fun." Mrs. Rogers was astonished to see two wild children rush into the house, all out of breath, exclaiming, "Isn't dinner ready? We are in such a hurry to get down to the beach." "Yes, dinner is ready," said Mrs.
Now he knew what it was that had made his cheeks flame in anger and his blood leap in resentment when he saw Ollie in the door that morning, all flushed and trembling from Morgan's arms; now he understood why he had lingered to interpose between them in past days. It was the wild, deep fear of jealousy. He was in love with his master's wife!
Ollie caught her breath in a frightened start, and shrank back. "You don't need to be afraid, Ollie it's Joe," said he. "Oh, you scared me so!" she panted. Each then waited as if for the other to speak, and the silence seemed long. "Were you going out somewhere?" asked Joe. "No; I forgot to put away a few things, and I came down," said she. "I woke up out of my sleep thinking of them," she added.
Only this difference; he would stop there, in time, ashamed now of the offending of his eyes and the trespass of his heart. Ollie did not know. He had not wormed his way into her heart by pitying her unhappiness, like the false guest who had emptied his lies into her ears.
Isom lifted his long arm in witness of his terrible intention, and cast his glaring eyes about the room as if in search of a weapon to begin his work. "I tell you, Isom, nothing wrong ever passed between me and your wife," insisted Joe earnestly. "You're making a terrible mistake." Ollie, shrinking against the wall, looked imploringly at Joe.
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