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Updated: May 21, 2025
It seemed likely that in this instance rumour spoke truth, for the lady was of that compellingly blonde beauty which attracts the Cracknells of this world. But even so... "It seems that Cracknell..." said Gerald. "Apparently this man Cracknell..." He was finding Sally's bright, horrified gaze somewhat trying.
The young man had inherited this very neat property from his father, a thriving, intelligent farmer of the best class, Mr. Wimple's oldest friend, his playmate in boyhood, and his crony when he died. Simon's mother and Sally's had likewise been schoolmates, and intimates to the last, fondly attached to each other, and mutually confiding in each other's love and truth in times of pain and trouble.
"We'll shut the door. Sing my favourite, Mr. Egger, 'Wenn's Mailufterl." When they left the inn, Waymark walked first with Ida, and Mr. O'Gree followed with Sally. Egger brought up the rear; he had relapsed into a dreamy mood, and his mind seemed occupied with unearthly things. With no little amusement Waymark had noted Sally's demeanour under Mr. O'Gree's attentions.
"If she refuses me once more, that would settle it for ever," he said to himself, and forced the words back. One morning after a night of great anxiety and fear, they left Sally's room while it was yet dark. It was bitterly cold; the winter stars shone keen and glittering in the bleak sky.
When Sally and Erick told of their first meeting and Sally's call in Marianne's cottage, and now it came out that it was the same Marianne who had pulled Erick out of the water, and who had stuck so faithfully to his mother, the colonel suddenly jumped up and demanded that Erick should go with him at once to Marianne for, from pure joy, they both had not thanked her as they ought to.
When he spoke, his distress was so evident in his voice that Hetty relented and was ashamed of herself instantly. "Don't be too hard on Mrs. Little, Hetty," he said, "you know Jim was her favorite of all the children; and she can't never see it anyways but that Sally's been his ruin.
Sally leaned back all pinksome and blushful, and while she laughed at him she "Carelessly tossed off a curl That played on her delicate brow." exactly like Mary Dow in McGuffey's Third. "Well, what did I SAY?" she asked. "Come to think of it, you didn't say anything." Sally's face was all afire with dancing lights, and she laughed the gayest little laugh.
She hurried from it to the old house in Kensington in which the Merricks had lived for years; and as she saw the house, so black with dust, and the steps that led up to the heavy front door, even Sally's heart quailed.
"I'd think myself," Grandma observed dryly, "your baby might feel better in such hot weather if she was dressed more like Sally." Mrs. Serafini eyed Sally's short crepe dress, worn over a single flour-sack undergarment. "We have-it our ways, you have-it yours," was all she would say. While the elders talked, Jimmie had been staring at Pepe's next brother, Pedro.
Sally Fairthorn insisted on performing her duty as handmaiden, although, as Betsy Lavender again and again declared, her room was better than her help. Sally's dark eyes fairly danced and sparkled; her full, soft lips shone with a scarlet bloom; she laughed with a wild, nervous joyousness, and yet rushed about haunted with a fearful dread of suddenly bursting into tears.
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