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Alighting over the wheel before he could draw off his glove and assist her, she hurried, under Abel's eyes, to the porch, where Blossom Revercomb stood gazing happily in the direction of Jordan's Journey. On the following Sunday, a mild autumn morning, Mr.
"Yes, I dare say," returned Jonathan "The miller Revercomb is a good example, I imagine, of just the thing you are speaking of a kind of new plant that has sprung up like fire-weed out of the ashes. Less than half a century produced him, but he's here to stay, of that I am positive. After all, why shouldn't he, when we get down to the question?
Gay observed afterwards, "his most remarkable effort"; and even Sarah Revercomb, who had heard that her daughter-in-law was to be mentioned in the pulpit, and had attended from the same spiritual pride with which she had read the funeral notice in the Applegate papers, admitted on her way home that she "wished poor Judy could have heard him."
And this terrible potential energy in her husband's stock would assert itself, she knew, after a period of tranquillity. She hadn't been married to a Revercomb for nothing, she had once remarked. If anything could have put her into a cheerful humour, it would have been the depressed and solemn manner with which Abel went about the preparations for his marriage.
In her youth she had been beautiful in a hard, obvious fashion, and her eyes would have been still fine except for their bitter and hostile expression. At the table there were Abner Revercomb, some ten or twelve years older than Abel, and Archie, the youngest child, whom Sarah adored and bullied.
The loud hum of bees in the Indian summer confused him, and he thought impatiently that if it would only cease for an instant, his mind might clear again, and he might think things out that he might even remember the important things he had forgotten. "Abner Revercomb shot me," he said aloud. "I don't know much. I don't know whether I am alive or dead.
"'She's been as good as a right hand to me, Revercomb, that was what he said, and he added, 'She's the salt of the earth, that's the only way to describe her. And now, goodbye, Judy, I must be going back to work." Without glancing round, he went at his rapid stride down the narrow walk to the whitewashed gate, which hung loose on broken hinges.
She had passed under the trees at the Poplar Spring, and was deep in the witch-hazel boughs which made a screen for the Haunt's Walk, when beyond a sudden twist in the path, she saw ahead of her the figures of Blossom Revercomb and Jonathan Gay. At first they showed merely in dim outlines standing a little apart, with the sunlit branch of a sweet gum tree dropping between them.
And now Molly, with whom he had fallen in love, had actually flushed and paled under his eyes at the sight of young Revercomb! In some subtle manner she seemed to have stooped in his estimation to have lowered herself from the high and narrow pedestal upon which he had placed her!
"Don't go, Judy; you're in trouble, I see, and so am I," he said with bitterness. "Oh, Mr. Revercomb!" she blurted out. "I didn't want anybody to catch me in such a pass!" "I'm not anybody, Judy; I'm a poor devil that was born without sense enough to plough his furrow straight." She was a plain woman, but a pretty one would have sent him off in a panic over the meadow.
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