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"If his mother wants to ruin him, it isn't my business," he said. The fact was, he had not recovered from his astonished resentment at Sarah Maitland's joke in Mrs. Richie's parlor. He thought about it constantly, and asked himself whether he did not owe his neighbor an apology of some kind. The difficulty was to know what kind, for after all he was perfectly innocent!
The first pale smoke of wild lilac bloom lay over the hills. "It makes you think of delicious words," said Julia, as Richie's rusty white mare plodded up and up the mountain road. "Ozone and aromatic and exhilarating! In town it was a little oppressive to- day Anna and I were quite wilted!" "You don't look wilted!" Richie smiled at his goddaughter, who was in her mother's arms.
He followed the woman to Helena's door, and heard the smothered dissenting murmur within; but before Sarah, evidently cowed, could give him Mrs. Richie's message that she was much obliged, but did not wish William entered the room.
And a sudden suspicion flamed in Julia's heart with all the surety of an inspiration. The revelation came in absolute completeness; she had never even suspected Richie's little tragedy before. For a few moments Julia sat stunned, then she said seriously: "I always feel myself so much Jim's wife, Rich; I suppose it's a sort of protection to me.
" Please don't go," he said again, in a low voice. They were sitting before the fire in Mrs. Richie's parlor; the glass doors of the plant-room were open, that plant-room, which had been his first concession to her; and the warm air of the parlor was fragrant with blossoming hyacinths. There was a little table between them, with a bowl of violets on it, and a big lamp.
Lord Dalgarno looked at him sharply for a moment, as if to penetrate the meaning of the dry ironical tone, which, in spite of Richie's awe, mingled with his answer, and then waved his hand, in signal he should pass on.
Richie's knee to set the apple spinning again. "The red cheek is beginning to crack," said Dr. Lavendar, deeply interested; "smells good, doesn't it, Mrs. Richie?" "Have you any little boys and girls?" David asked, watching the apple. "Come and climb on my knee and I'll tell you," she bribed him.
"I do love you " Only in Helena Richie's mind could there have been any sort of logic. "This," her ravaged and exalted face seemed to say, "this was why he was given to me." Once he had told her that her goodness had saved him; that night her goodness had not availed. And God had used her sin! Aloud, all that she said was: "David, don't feel so badly.
Mrs. Richie's vagueness was all gone. "Mr. Ferguson!" "She was bad all through." "Oh, no!" Helena Richie said faintly. "She left him, for another man. Just as the girl I believed in left me. I would have doubted my God, Mrs. Richie, before I could have doubted that girl. And when she jilted me, I suppose I did doubt Him for a while. At any rate, I doubted everybody else. I do still, more or less."
"And he said, 'good riddance to bad rubbish. That was just like grandfather! Of course he did say that I was a d I mean, a fool, to buy them in the first place; and I knew I was. But having bought them, the only thing to do was to burn them. But father! Mrs. Richie's eyes crinkled with mischievous gayety. "Poor Mr. Wright!" Sam dropped his clasped hands between his knees.
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