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I've seen her leave the house on a bright Sabbath half an hour before meetin' to be gone the whole day, and Hilary and all the ministers in town couldn't stop her." "I'll drop in once in a while to see you, Phrasie. I'll be at Jabe Jenney's." "Jabe's is not more than three or four miles from Flint's place," Euphrasia remarked. "I've thought of that," said Austen. "You'd thought of it!"
It's mended." "Hold on, Phrasie," said Austen, seizing her by the apron-strings, "how about the Judge?" It was by this title he usually designated his father. "What about him?" demanded Euphrasia, sharply. "Well, it's his house, for one thing," answered Austen, "and he may prefer to have that room empty." "Empty! Turn you out? I'd like to see him," cried Euphrasia.
But Austen saw now, in a flash, the years of Euphrasia's self-denial, the years of memories, the years of regrets for that which might have been. "Phrasie," he said, laying a hand on hers, which rested on the arm of the chair, "I was only joking, you know." "I know, I know," Euphrasia answered hastily, and turned and looked into his face searchingly.
It was the first sign, since his return the night before, Euphrasia had given that an affection for Hilary Vane lurked beneath the nature. "She won't stay long, Phrasie," he answered, and added mischievously, "for a very good reason." "And what's that?" asked Euphrasia. "Because you won't allow her to.
"Why haven't you tried it, Phrasie?" he retorted. He was not prepared for what followed. Euphrasia did not answer at once, but presently her knitting dropped to her lap, and she sat staring at the old clock on the kitchen shelf. "He never asked me," she said, simply. Austen was silent.
If Hilary was to lose what he has now, before it comes rightly to you, he'd ought to be put in jail." Austen laughed, and shook his head. "Phrasie, the Lord did you a grave injustice when he didn't make you a man, but I suppose he'll give you a recompense hereafter. No, I believe I am safe in saying that the Judge's securities are still secure. "Poor old Judge!
"To stay on a farm for a sort of vacation." Her face brightened. "Goin' to take a real vacation, be you?" He laughed. "Oh, I don't have to work very hard, Phrasie. You know I get out a good deal. I just thought I just thought I'd like to sleep in the country for a while." "Well," answered Euphrasia, "I guess if you've took the notion, you've got to go. It was that way with your mother before you.
And their she has a way of scolding you, just as Sarah Austen had, that you'd never suspect." "Did she scold you Phrasie?" asked Austen. And the irresistible humour that is so near to sorrow made him smile again. "Indeed she did! And it surprised, me some coming right out of a summer sky. I told her what I thought about Hilary, and how he'd driven you out of your own mother's house.
You know I often think of you and Phrasie back in Ripton, and I long to see the dear old town again. Expect me when you see me. "Your aff. son, "AUSTEN."
It washes some of the wickedness out of us. It was the unnatural things that hurt her the unkind words and makin' her act against her nature. 'Phrasie, she said once, 'I can't pray in the meeting-house with my eyes shut I can't, I can't. I seem to know what they're all wishing for when they pray, for more riches, and more comfort, and more security, and more importance.
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