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There is a gentle kind of discipline which does its work, I think, more surely." "Thank God for gentle discipline!" said Mr. Olmney; "if you do not know what those griefs are that break down mind and body together."
If friends would only be simple and straightforward and kind, one could afford to be straightforward too; but as it was she must not do what she longed to do and they would be sure to misunderstand. There was indeed the morning of the day following left her if Mr. Olmney did not take it into his head to stay. And it might issue in her not seeing Mr. Carleton at all, to bid good-bye and thank him?
Thorn, may I introduce to you Mr. Olmney?" Mr. Thorn honoured the introduction with perfect civility, but then fell back to his former position and slightly lowered tone. "Are you then a sworn foe to compliments?" "I was never so fiercely attacked by them as to give me any occasion." "I should be very sorry to furnish the occasion, but what's the harm in them, Miss Ringgan?"
Olmney, how easily the brunt of a new affliction breaks down all that chain of reasoning!" "Yes!" he said, sadly and thoughtfully; "but, my dear Miss Fleda, you know the way to build it up again. I would be very glad to bear all need for it away from you." They had reached the gate. Fleda could not look up to thank him; the hand she held out was grasped, more than kindly, and he turned away.
"What is what, aunt Miriam?" said Fleda, picking up a stitch with desperate diligence. "Why did you want to run away from Mr. Olmney?" "I didn't wish to be delayed I wanted to get home." "Then why wouldn't you let him go home with you?" "I liked better to go alone, aunt Miriam." "Don't you like him, Fleda?" "Certainly, aunt Miriam very much. "I think he likes you, Fleda," said her aunt smiling.
I do not think he quite understands above half of what I say to him." "Are you sure? I know he admires you, Fleda." "Ah, but that is only half enough, you see, aunt Miriam, unless I could admire him too." Mrs. Plumfield looked at her in some difficulty; Mr. Olmney was not the only one, clearly, whose powers of comprehension were not equal to the subject.
"A pig!" said Mr. Olmney. "Yes, a pig a very little one," said Mrs. Evelyn, convulsively. "I am sure he is hungry now." They had reached the pantry, and Mr. Olmney's face was all that was wanting to Mrs. Evelyn's delight. How she smothered it, so that it should go no further than to distress his self- command, is a mystery known only to the initiated. Mrs.
Olmney, how easily the brunt of a new affliction breaks down all that chain of reasoning!" "Yes! " he said sadly and thoughtfully; "but my dear Miss Fleda, you know the way to build it up again. I would be very glad to bear all need for it away from you!" They had reached the gate. Fleda could not look up to thank him; the hand she held out was grasped, more than kindly, and he turned away.
Olmney at her side, and congratulated herself instantly on her shoes. "Mrs. Rossitur told me where you had gone, and gave me permission to follow you, but I hardly hoped to overtake you so soon." "We stopped to sharpen our tools," said Fleda. "We are out on a foraging expedition." "Will you let me help you?" "Certainly if you understand the business. Do you know a pine-knot when you see it?"
Neither would she appear in the evening, for fear of more people than one. It was impossible to tell whether Mrs. Evelyn's love of mischief would not bring Mr. Olmney there, and the Thorns, she knew, were invited. Mr. Lewis would probably absent himself, but Fleda could not endure even the chance of seeing his mother. She wanted to know, but dared not ask, whether Mr. Carleton had been to see her.
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