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Updated: May 16, 2025
From the front pew, Sarah Revercomb, in full widow's weeds, had glared stonily at the Reverend Orlando, as if she suspected him of some sinister intention to tamper with the ceremony. At her side, Solomon Hatch's little pointed beard might have been seen rising and falling as it followed the rhythmic sound of the clergyman's voice.
Jerking his shoulders slightly in an unspoken protest, Abel turned and entered the kitchen, where Sarah Revercomb tall, spare and commanding was preparing two bowls of mush for the aged people, who could eat only soft food and complained bitterly while eating that.
I do most of the Foreign Mission work, you know, an' I teach in Sunday school and I visit the sick every Friday." "Come between? Why, it makes me proud of you! When I asked Mr. Mullen about marrying us, he said: 'She's been as good as a right hand to me ever since I came here, Revercomb." "Tell me over again. What were his words exactly?"
He knew then what they meant, and suddenly he began to think lucidly and rapidly like a person under the mental pressure of strong excitement or of alcohol. Everything showed distinctly to him, and he saw with this wonderful distinctness, that it made no difference whether it was Abner Revercomb or one of his own multitude of selves that had shot him.
Chamberlayne's cigar had gone out while he talked, and striking a match on a silver box, he watched the thin blue flame abstractedly an instant before he answered. "Were you ever told," he inquired, "that there was some talk of arresting Abner Revercomb before the coroner's jury agreed on a verdict?" "Abner? He's the eldest of the brothers, isn't he? No, I hadn't heard of it."
By the house a late pear-tree was in blossom, and the sunshine, falling obliquely across it, awoke a white fire in its branches, as if piles of new fallen snow had warmed suddenly to a reflected flame. Beneath it Sarah Revercomb was sowing portulaca seeds in a rockery she had made over a decaying stump.
"He's better than any one I've seen anywhere," she replied, "he's bigger, he's stronger, he's kinder. I'm not good enough to marry him, and I know it." For an instant he looked at her in the pained surprise of one who had never indulged in verbal excesses. Then he said, coldly; "So you're working yourself into a sentiment over young Revercomb.
"I don't believe it's right for Abel to give in to Judy as he does," said Blossom. "I never saw a Revercomb that warn't a fool about something," answered Sarah. "It don't matter so much what 'tis about, but it's obliged to be about something." Blossom sighed and bent lower over the seam she was running.
"Thar's a contrariness in the rest of 'em that makes 'em tryin' companions to a rational critter like man, with a firm grip on his heart. To think of gittin' a husband like Abel Revercomb the risin' man in the county an' then to turn aside from the comforts of life on o'count of nothin' mo' than a feelin'."
It made no difference nothing mattered except to regain the ineffable sense of approaching discovery which he had lost. "Was it Abner Revercomb?" said the first voice more loudly. He was conscious now of himself and of his surroundings, and there was no uncertainty, no hesitation in his answer. "It was an accident.
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