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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.
"Now, Phrasie," he said, lifting her chin a little, "you know you don't care any more about money than I do." "Lord help me," she exclaimed, "Lord help me if I didn't! And as long as you don't care for it, and no sense can be knocked into your head about it, I hope you'll marry somebody that does know the value of it.
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.
There wasn't a living, creeping thing that wasn't her friend. I've seen birds eat out of her hand in that window where you're settin', and she'd say to me, 'Phrasie, keep still! They'd love you, too, if they only knew you, but they're afraid you'll scrub 'em if you get hold of them, the way you used to scrub me." Victoria smiled but it was a smile that had tears in it.
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, While Euphrasia, in a frenzy of anticipation, garnished and swept the room which held for her so many memories of Austen's boyhood, even beating the carpet with her own hands, Hilary Vane went about his business with no apparent lack of diligence.
"Was yours easily mended?" he asked. Euphrasia was silent a moment. "He never knew," she repeated, in a low voice. "Well, Phrasie, it looks very much as if we were in the same boat," he said. Euphrasia's heart gave a bound. "Then you haven't spoke!" she cried; "I knew you hadn't. I I was a woman but sometimes I've thought I'd ought to have given him some sign.
"How do you know?" he asked, as though he were merely curious. "Because I'm a woman, and she's a woman," said Euphrasia. "Oh, she didn't confess it. If she had, I shouldn't think so much of her. But she told me as plain as though she had spoken it in words, before she left this room." Austen shook his head again. "Phrasie," he said, "I'm afraid you've been building castles in Spain."
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.
"I shall be, Phrasie," he said; "you mustn't worry about that." For a while the only sound in the room was the ticking of the old clock with the quaint, coloured picture on its panel. And then, with a movement which, strangely, was an acute reminder of a way Victoria had, Euphrasia turned and searched his face once more. "You're not happy," she said.
"My, but you're a man," exclaimed Euphrasia, backing away at last and staring at him with the only complete approval she had ever accorded to any human being save one. "What did you expect, Phrasie?" "Come, and I'll show you your room," she said, in a gutter she could not hide; "it's got all the same pictures in, your mother's pictures, and the chair you broke that time when Hilary locked you in.
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