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But, Paul! no one else knows it, and I never knew it till I stood face to face with death with my soul I have come to love another!" Deep and low these last words were given up from the very innermost, and spoken with bowed head and streaming eyes. Paul Rushleigh took her hand. A manly reverence in him recognized the pure courage that unveiled her woman's heart, and showed him all.
She supposed she did care for Paul Rushleigh as most girls cared for lovers; that she had given him reason to expect she should; she felt, instinctively, whither all this pleased acquiescence of father and mother, and this warm welcome and encouragement at Lakeside, tended; and she had a dim prescience of what must, some time, come of it: but that was all in the far-off by and by.
Armstrong has told me what you have done. You have saved me half my property here do you know it, child? Can I ever thank you for your courage?" "Oh, Mr. Rushleigh!" cried Faith, rising as he came to her, and holding her hands to his, "don't thank me! and don't wait here! They'll want you and, oh! my kind friend! there will be nothing to thank me for, when I have told you what I must.
New plans had been made. It would take some time to restore the mills to working order, and Mr. Rushleigh had not quite resolved whether to sell them out as they were, or to retain the property. Mrs. Rushleigh wished Margaret to join her at Newport, whither the Saratoga party was to go within the coming week. Then there was talk of another trip to Europe. Margaret had never been abroad.
Then Glory, busy in the kitchen, just beyond, would catch words of conversation, or of reading, or even be called in to hear the latter. And she began to think that there were good times, truly, in this world, and that even she was "in 'em!" April days, as they lengthened and brightened, brought other things, also, to pass. The Rushleigh party had returned from Europe.
We shall die, and go off, and Heaven knows what; Paul must be the whole world to her, or nothing. I hope he hasn't hurried her or let her hurry herself." "Hurry! She has had years to make up her mind in!" Mrs. Rushleigh, woman as she was, would not understand.
Rushleigh helped to wrap her up, and kissed her forehead tenderly, and Roger Armstrong lifted her into the chaise, and seated himself by her, and drove her away from out the smoke and noise and curious crowd that had begun to find out she was there, and that she had been shut up in the mill, and had saved herself and stopped the fire; and would have made her as uncomfortable as crowds always do heroes or heroines had it not been for the friend beside her, whose foresight and precaution had warded it all off.
Rushleigh found her, when he entered, sitting by a window a book upon her lap, to be sure but her eyes away off over the lake, and a look in them that told of thoughts horizoned yet more distantly. Last night, he had brought home Paul's first letter.
He is a young man yet, notwithstanding those few gray hairs." "Oh, Faith has tacitly belonged to Paul Rushleigh these three years!" Mr. Armstrong heard it all. He turned the next moment, and met his "dear young friend" with the same gentle smile and manner that he always wore toward her, and they walked up the Ridge path, among the trees, together.
There was something in this which vexed Faith, and yet stirred her a little, obscurely. All things are fair in love, war, and story books! So, though she would never have shown the words to you or me, we will peep over her shoulder, and share them, "en rapport." "And Paul Rushleigh, it seems, is as much as ever in Hickory Street! Well my little Faithie might make a far worse 'parti' than that!
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