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The poor child pines for a home face; it is natural; thee sees she has been long absent from her people." "Surely it is almost time to get some reply," said Kitty, as she kissed the dear old Quakeress, for Kitty was one of Mrs. Effingham's grandchildren, although her mother had been read out of meeting for having married one of the "world's people."
Nor was this ignorance of his to be wondered at: he saw no one in or about the village except the old Quakeress and Adam Lambert with whom he lodged. The woman was deaf and uncommunicative, whilst there seemed to be some sort of tacit enmity against the foreigner, latent in the mind of the blacksmith.
He had acquired some of Master Busy's eloquence on the subject of secret investigations, and the mystery which had gained an intensity this afternoon, through the revelations of the old Quakeress, was an all-engrossing one to all.
Approaching her, the Quakeress said softly, "Thee is not a member thee must go out." "No; my mother told me not to go out in the cold," was the child's firm response. "Yes, but thee must go out thee is not a member." "But my father is a member." "Thee is not a member," and Susan felt as if the spirit was moving her and soon found herself in outer coldness.
Child declined the favor, but was persuaded to accept it, and then scrupulously gave away the entire income in charity. It is evident she might have made herself very comfortable, if it had not given her so much more pleasure to make someone else comfortable. Her dress, as neat and clean as that of a Quakeress, was quite as plain and far from the latest style.
We were friends in afterlife, and if you would know how gay a creature a young Quakeress could be, and how full of mischief, you should see her journal, kept for Deborah Logan, then Miss Norris.
It is only said in closing the story that the blood of both the fair and adventurous young Quakeress whose abounding spirit brought on all the trouble, and that of the leader of the "Tories," flows in the veins, of some who live on the Hill in the twentieth century. Vaughn was once pursued by farmers near Little Rest, and was sighted and surrounded in a lonely road.
'Trent, auntie Gerald Trent. 'Of Boston? 'Of Boston; yes. Why, Aunt Ann? 'I I fear, then, that there is sorrow in store for thy young friend. Gerald Trent is missing. 'Missing? The Quakeress held the paper toward me, I being nearest her, and pointing with a finger to some headlines half-way down the page, said: 'Perhaps thee would better read it.
What would you cry out, Truelove? How heavy would be thy heart, Truelove?" Truelove sat in silence, with her eyes upon the sky above the dream crags. "How heavy would grow thy heart, Truelove, Truelove?" whispered the Highlander. Up the winding water, to the sedges and reeds below the little yard, glided the boy Ephraim in his boat. The Quakeress started, and the color flamed into her gentle face.
Peggy unfastened her riding mask as she spoke, and turned toward the Quakeress warmly. "I am Margaret Owen," she said. "And this is Major Dale, of the army. My mother is just beyond yon bend of the road in her coach. She will be charmed to have thy company to the next inn, and farther if thee wishes."
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