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Even Prudence's personal troubles were quite secondary to the steady grind of Hervey's ill-manners. Curiously enough, after the first passing of the shock of Grey's death she found herself less stricken than she would have deemed it possible. There could be no doubt that she had loved the man in her girlish, adoring fashion.
I'll run and tell them," she answered, fleeing away. "John, this is a very irregular proceeding!" "It quite befits the occasion, however," he answered gravely. Very slowly they walked toward the house. All color had left Miss Prudence's cheeks and lips. Deborah was sure she would faint; but Mrs. Kemlo watched her lips, and knew by the firm lines that she would not.
I do not want her to know he is on hand for a few minutes. Explain it to the girls, will you?" After sending the younger girls down-stairs again, he closed the door of Prudence's room, and sat down beside her. "Prudence, I can't tell you how bitterly disappointed I am in you." "Father!" "Yes, I thought you loved us, the girls and me.
There was only the faintest sign of life about her, and that was the steady rise and fall of her bosom. A cool breeze rustled in through the open window and set the curtains moving. Then all became still again. Two birds squabbled viciously amongst the branches of a blue-gum in the little patch of a garden, but Prudence's gaze was still directed towards the horizon.
There were no tears in her eyes, Miss Prudence's quiet, hopeful voice had kept the tears from coming. Some day she would understand it, but to-night it was a story that was not very sad, because he had got out of the prison and God had forgiven him. It would never come as a shock to her; Miss Prudence had saved her that.
There was a book for her father in the shawl strap, "The Old Bibie and the New Science"; a pretty white cap for her mother, that Miss Prudence had fashioned; a cherry-silk tie for Linnet; and a couple of white aprons for Annie Grey, her mother's handmaiden, these last being also Miss Prudence's handiwork. "Wait till next summer, Prue. Aunt Prue wants to bring you for the sea bathing."
He had a fine constitution and he knew how to take care of himself; it was the worry that made him look old. He was very warm-hearted and lovable." "Yes," escaped Miss Prudence's lips. "But he was weak and lead astray it seems strange that your silver wedding day might be almost at hand, and that tall boy and girl in front of you my brother's children to call me Uncle John."
She was becoming like Miss Prudence, he had decided the matter in the study of these few moments, that attitude when standing was Miss Prudence's, and her position at this moment, the head a little drooping, the hands laid together in her lap, was exactly Miss Prudence's; Miss Prudence's when she was meditating as Marjorie was meditating now.
Nonetheless, I was very unhappy all the rest of the evening, and went away very sadly after having seen Prudence, the count, and Marguerite get into the carriage, which was waiting for them at the door. However, a quarter of an hour later I was at Prudence's. She had only just got in. "You have come almost as quickly as we," said Prudence. "Yes," I answered mechanically. "Where is Marguerite?"
Her rightful place, indeed! Why, if she was forty times Prudence's niece and we didn't want her here, what's to make us take her, I want to know?" "Do you think we ought to, Elder?" questioned Prudence faintly. "I think, under all the circumstances, that it is your Christian duty. Know the girl better. See if there is not something in her that reminds you "
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