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It was a little before January just the same time that she had come home last year. As then, it was a bright day, and the country was again covered thick with the unspotted snow; but Fleda forgot to think how bright and fresh it was. Somehow she did not feel this time quite so glad to find herself there. It had never occurred to her so strongly before, that Queechy could want anything.
The miserable needlessness of the whole thing, the pitiful weighing of sorrow against sorrow, and shame against shame overcame her for a little; and then dashing away the tears she had no time for and locking up the strong box of her heart, she took her pencil again. "Queechy. "Let me see you at the old place. I have come here on urgent business for you. Do not deny me, for H -'s sake!"
I wonder I didn't have it myself." They turned about, and without any more words measured back their way to Queechy Run. Mr. Jolly came out again, brisk and alert as ever; but after seeming to rack his brains in search of any actual or possible money-lender, was obliged to confess that it was in vain; he could not think of one. "But I'll tell you what, Mr.
Rossitur, does she feel herself reconciled yet?" "Reconciled, sir?" said Fleda. "Yes a to Queechy?" "She never quarrelled with it, sir," said Fleda, quite unable to keep from laughing. "Yes, I mean a she feels that she can sustain her spirits in different situations?" "She is very well, sir, thank you." "It must have been a great change to her and to you all coming to this place."
She thought her day had seen its brightest; but she thought too that if she must know sorrows, it was a very great blessing to know them at Queechy. The smoke of the chimney-tops came in sight, and fancy went home a few minutes before her. "I wonder what you'll take and do to yourself next," said Barby, in extreme vexation, when she saw her come in.
Plumfield read it, and gave it her very thorough respect. "Mr. Carleton pardon me, Sir I do not doubt you but I remember hearing long ago that you were rich and great in the world it is dangerous for a Christian to be so can she keep in your grandeur the simplicity of heart and life she has had at Queechy?" "May I remind you of your own words, my dear madam?
"Where are we going now, grandpa?" "To Queechy Run." "That will give us a nice long ride. I am very glad. This has been a good day. With my letter and my bittersweet I have got enough, haven't I, grandpa?" Queechy Run was a little village, a very little village, about half a mile from Mr. Ringgan's house.
"His wife!" was she that? had so marvellous a change really been wrought in her? the little asparagus-cutter of Queechy transformed into the mistress of all this domain, and of the stately mansion of which they caught glimpses now and then, as they drew near it by another approach into which Mr. Carleton had diverged. And his wife! that was the hardest to realise of all.
"Why, she is in a great hurry to get back to Queechy, before she is able to go anywhere begging me to find an escort for her. It is lucky I can't. I didn't know I ever should be glad to be 'posted up' in this fashion, but I am." "You have not sought very far, Captain Rossitur," said the voice of Thorn behind him. "Here is one that will be very happy to attend Miss Fleda, whenever she pleases."
But then he gently drew her into a conversation that broke up the settled gravity of her face and obliged her to divide her attention between nature and him, and his part of it he knew how to manage. But though eye and smile constantly answered him he could win neither to a straightforward bearing. They were about a mile from Queechy when Pleda suddenly exclaimed, "O Mr.
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