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Marvyn was reading when he came in, and which nobody supposed he had attended to, startled Mrs. Scudder, who thought, mentally, "Now for it!" and laid down her knitting-work, and eyed her cousin anxiously. Mrs. Marvyn and Mary, who had glided in and joined the circle, looked interested; and a slight flush rose and overspread the thin cheeks of Mr.
Scudder; "that's as like him as if it had been written for him. But that kind of way, somehow, don't seem to do in our times; it won't answer with Simeon Brown, I know the man. I know just as well, now, how it will all seem to him, and what will be the upshot of this talk, if the Doctor goes there! It won't do any good; if it would, I would be willing.
It was lying all curled up in the bushes with its head up so 'you watch him, Lute, says Scudder, 'and I'll run and get the axe! I couldn't help laughing. The axe was over the other side of the bog, and the snake began to stretch himself out and slide along. I brought my boot-heel down once or twice on his head, about as quick and strong as I could make it. I killed him.
But their speech was blunt and the three topics of conversation most popular were the fish harvest, clamming, and summer boarders. "Land sakes! is that you, Em'line Scudder? What sent you cruisin' in these waters? I thought you never got away from the Haven." "Good-day, Mrs. Eldredge. You're fairin' well? I just had to come over to Littlebridge for some fixin's.
'My noble boy! he sings out, fallin' all of a heap onto Augustus's round shoulders. 'My noble boy! My hero! "Nate looked on for a full minute with his mouth open. Olivia went away toward the house. The professor and Gus was sheddin' tears like a couple of waterin' pots. "'Come! come! says Scudder finally; 'get up, Mr. Dixland; you'll catch cold.
"'Come back, you fool! Scudder yelled at him. 'Come back and be butchered. You might as well; it's too high for you to drop. You won't? Then I'll come after you. "Nate says he never shall forget Augustus's face in the blue light when he see his uncle climbin' out on that stage after him. He was simply desperate that's it, desperate.
Scudder looked grave at this earnest announcement; she had heard many like it before, and they always filled her with alarm, because Shall we tell you why? Well, then, it was not because she was not a thoroughly indoctrinated anti-slavery woman.
Scudder, at five o'clock the next morning, "to-day, you know, is the Doctor's fast; so we won't get any regular dinner, and it will be a good time to do up all our little odd jobs. Miss Prissy promised to come in for two or three hours this morning, to alter the waist of that black silk; and I shouldn't be surprised if we should get it all done and ready to wear by Sunday."
I haven't ever shown them to you, Doctor; but I should be pleased to know what you think of them." "Mr. Scudder was a good man, with a clear head," said the Doctor; "and I should be much pleased to see anything that he wrote." A flush of gratified feeling passed over Mrs.
Scudder, coming and taking her in her arms. "Oh, mother, mother!" she said, sobbing distressfully, "let me cry, just for a little, oh, mother, mother, mother!" What was there hidden under that despairing wail? It was the parting of the last strand of the cord of youthful hope. Mrs.
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