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She felt, she did not know why, a sense of excitement, of some great happening, something impending, in her appointment with Reddin. She met no one as she ran down the batch, for the chapel-goers were all inside. The hedges were full of white 'archangel' and purple vetch.
Why, that one thought is enough to keep me from ever gittin' sorry fer myself." Mary laughed, and Mrs. Wiggs clapped her hands. "That's what yer face needs smiles! I never see anything make such a difference. But now about the dress. Yes, indeed, Asia has got dresses to give 'way. She gits 'em from Mrs. Reddin'; her husband is Mr. Bob, Billy's boss. He's a newspaper editress an' rich as cream.
'I went along by the water, Hazel thought, 'and watched the piefinches and the canbottlins flying about. And I thought it was the waters of comfort. Only Mr. Reddin came and frit the birds and made the water muddy. She did not feel as sure as the others did of the waters of comfort. 'So beautiful, dear, murmured Mrs. Marston, 'so like your poor dear father.
"Reddin' up things, Aunt Mavity?" she asked, adding, "If I had time I'd come in and help you." "I was just puttin' away what I've got left that belonged to Lou," said the woman, sitting suddenly down on the bed and gazing up into the bright face above her with a sort of appeal. Johnnie noticed then that Mrs. Bence had a pair of cheap slippers in her lap.
When she ran she seemed a fugitive, fleeing across the world with no city or refuge to flee into. Miss Clomber's approach made her start. 'A word with you! said Miss Clomber in her brisk, unsympathetic voice. 'I saw you with Mr. Reddin twice. I just wanted to say in a sisterly and Christian spirit' she lowered her voice to a hollow whisper 'that he is not a good man.
Reddin, Esquire, leading a respectable gentleman into open sin, chastened and corrected her ay, given her the bread of affliction and the water of affliction and taken counsel with us 'Ah! there's wisdom in counsel! said one of the farmers, a man with crafty eyes. 'Then, James went on, 'all would 'a been well. But now to spare would be death. 'Ah, everlasting death! came the echoes.
He threw a look at Hazel so full of wistful tenderness that she flung the green skirt over her head and sobbed. 'Stow it, can't you? said Reddin. 'If you want a fight, say so; but don't preach all night. His tone was injured. He felt that he had been particularly considerate to Edward in sending him the letter. Also, he was convinced that he had only taken what Edward did not want.
Reddin could not help his over-virility, nor could he help having the insensitive nature that could enjoy the physical side of sex without the spiritual; probably he could not help being the kind of man that supplies the most rabid imperialists, reactionaries, materialists. But it did seem a pity that he never tried to alter in the least.
'Dunna! cried Hazel. Reddin pulled and wrenched until at last the hedgehog screamed a thin, piercing wail, most ghastly and pitiful and old, ancient as the cry of the death's-head moth, that faint ghostly shriek as of a tortured witch.
He felt very unselfish as he thought, 'When she can't go about, I'll sit with her now and again. It really was a good deal for him to say. He had never taken the slightest notice of Sally Haggard at such times. 'Got something for you, he said, pulling at his pocket. 'Oh! It's an urchin! cried Hazel delightedly. Reddin began bruising and pulling at its spines with his gloved hands.
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