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Many a time he paused that morning in his labor, leaning on the snath of his scythe, in a manner of abstraction and seeming indolence altogether strange to him. There was a scene, framed by the brown casing of the kitchen door, with two figures in it, two clinging hands, which persisted in its disturbing recurrence in his troubled mind. Ollie was on dangerous ground.
"But how could she?" and this time there was nothing but pure hurt questioning in Elinor's voice and the words seemed to hurt her as if she were talking needles. "Why Ollie she couldn't possibly if she really cared " All he wondered was which of them would break first. "She could," he said steadily, in spite of the fact that everything in his mind kept saying "No. No. No." "Any girl could easily.
She had calmed down while he talked. Now she wiped her eyes on her veil, while the last convulsions of sobbing shook her now and then, like the withdrawing rumble of thunder after a storm. "I'll put out the light, Ollie," said he. "You go on to bed." "Oh, Joe, Joe!" said she in a little pleading, meaningless way; a little way of reproach and softness.
I wanted to find out and I made Ollie write me. They are queer people, these Northerners. They affect to despise good blood and good breeding and good manners. That's all fol-de-rol they love it. They are eternally talking of equality equality; one man as GOOD as another. When they say that one man is as GOOD as another, Richard, they mean that THEY are as good, never the other poor fellow."
Still she watched as he moved along the rim of the Hollow, looking in the distance like a toy man on a toy horse; watched until he passed from sight into the timber again, and was gone. And all the time that questioning look was in her eyes. Did she blame Ollie that he had played so poorly his part in the scene at the mill.
Greening, from Mrs. Greening to Ollie. Sol believed the true light of the situation had reached his brain. "Walker Isom Walker Chase! No Walkers around in this part of the country to name a boy after never was." "His mother was a Walker, from Ellinoi, dunce!" corrected his wife. "Oh!" said Sol, his scandalous case collapsing about him as quickly as it had puffed up. "I forgot about her."
"Something's happened, something mighty bad," said Sol. "You stay right where you are till I send the old woman over to you do you hear me? stay right there!" "Oh, what is it, what is it?" moaned Ollie. "Joe where's Joe? Call him, Mr. Greening, call Joe!" "He's here," Sol assured her, his voice full of portent "he's goin' away with me for a little while.
Ollie ran to the door on her nimble toes, the dawn of a smile on her face, now rosy with its new light, and looked after him as he hurried away in the brightening day. She stood with her hands clasped in attitude of pleasure, again lifting her face as if to speed a prayer. "Oh, thank God for a man!" said she. Isom was in a crabbed way at breakfast, sulky and silent.
I'm a heavy sleeper sometimes, and this is an hour or two earlier than I am used to getting up; but if you'll call me loud enough, and talk like you were calling a man and not a dog, you'll have no trouble with me. Now get out of here!" Ollie could have shouted in the triumph of that moment. She shared the bound boy's victory and exulted in his high independence.
Then leaping to his feet the boy ran a short way along the ledge, to come stealing back, crouching low, as he whispered, "It come a creepin' and a creepin' towards Ollie, and he never knowed nothin' about it. But Matt he knowed, and God he knowed too." Wonderingly, the girl watched his movement.
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