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Rushleigh which will be very hard to say, but no more so because you will be by to hear it. It is better so. I shall only have to say it once. I am glad you should be with me." "Brave little Faithie!" said Mr. Rushleigh, coming in with hands outstretched. "Not ill, I hope?" "Only tired," Faith answered. "And a little weak, and foolish," as the tears would come, in answer to his cordial words.
Rushleigh found her lying here, quiet, amidst the growing tumult exhausted, patient, waiting. "My little Faithie!" he cried, coming up to her with hands outstretched, and a quiver of strong feeling in his voice. "To think that you should have been in this horrible danger, and we all lying in our beds, asleep! I do not quite understand it all. You must tell me, by and by.
But I hurt you, my son, only to save a sorer pain. Faith is true. If she says she loves you, believe her, and take her, though all the world should doubt. But if she is fearful if she hesitates be fearful, and hesitate yourself, lest your marriage be no true marriage before Heaven!" Paul Rushleigh thanked his father, briefly, for his admonition, in reply.
She thought of this; and then she reasoned with herself that she was hardly so badly off, as to justify her, quite, in doing that. It would rouse the village, it would bring Mr. Rushleigh down, perhaps it would cause a terrible alarm. And all that she might be spared a few hours longer of loneliness and discomfort. She was safe. It would soon be morning. The mill would be opened early.
Do not speak at all, if it be hard for you. I will tell the boy that it was a mistake that it cannot be." But the father's lip was a little unsteady, to his own feeling, as he said the words. "Oh, Mr. Rushleigh!" cried Faith. "If everything could only be put back as it was, in the old days before all this!" "But that is what we can't do. Nothing goes back precisely to what it was before."
Rushleigh was putting up some blocks; but, for the present, there was nothing nearer than the village proper of Kinnicutt on the one hand, and as far, or farther, on the other the houses at Lakeside. The flames themselves, alone, could signal her danger, and summon help. How long would it be first?
Faith was half pleased, half frightened, and wholly ashamed. Paul Rushleigh was miles out on the Atlantic. There was no help for it, she thought. It had been cunningly done. And so, in the short November days, she went back to Kinnicutt. The east parlor had to be shut up now, for the winter.
Paul Rushleigh demanded eagerly if there weren't any sober old minister out there, with whom he might be rusticated for his next college prank.
Margaret Rushleigh had betaken herself to her own cool chamber, where the delicate straw matting, and pale green, leaf-patterned chintz of sofa, chairs, and hangings, gave a feeling of the last degree of summer lightness and daintiness, and the gentle air breathed in from the southwest, sifted, on the way, of its sunny heat, by the green draperies of vine and branch it wandered through.
He explained the prospect his father offered him, and the likelihood of his making a permanent home at Kinnicutt. "That is," he added, "if I am to be so happy as to have a home, anywhere, of my own." Mr. Gartney was delighted with the young man's unaffected warmth of heart and noble candor. "I could not wish better for my daughter, Mr. Rushleigh," he replied.
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