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In short, Silliston gave its approval to this particular experiment of Augusta Maturin. As for Mrs. Maturin herself, her feeling was one of controlled pride not unmixed with concern, always conscious as she was of the hidden element of tragedy in the play she had so lovingly staged.
"Yes, my dear," her friend replied, a little faintly, sitting down on the bed. "He asks me to believe what I've done makes no difference to him. Of course he doesn't put it in so many words, but he says he doesn't care anything about conventions," Janet continued slowly. "What I told him when he asked me to marry him in Silliston was a shock to him, it was so so unexpected.
Where does that spark come from? Is it in our modern air, that discontent, that desire, that thrusting forth toward a new light something as yet unformulated, but which we all feel, even at small institutions of learning like Silliston?" "Now you're getting beyond me." "Oh no, I'm not," Mrs. Maturin retorted confidently. "If you won't talk about it, I will, I have no shame.
Often during the weeks that followed he dwelt in her mind as she sat at her desk and stared out across the river, and several times that summer she started to walk to Silliston. But always she turned back. Perhaps she feared to break the charm of that memory.... Our American climate is notoriously capricious.
Silliston, indifferent to cults and cataclysms, undisturbed by the dark tides flung westward to gather in deposits in other parts of the land, had held fast to the old tradition, stood ready to do her share to transform it into something even nobler when the time should come. Simplicity and worth and beauty these elements at least of the older Republic should not perish, but in the end prevail.
Her intention of sending the children away to acquire a culture and finish Hampton did not afford, George to Silliston Academy, Amy to a fashionable boarding school, he had not opposed, yet he did not take the idea with sufficient seriousness to carry it out. The children remained at home, more or less increasingly less in the charge of an elderly woman who acted as housekeeper.
And this girl has it this thing I'm trying to express. She's modern to her finger tips, and yet she's extraordinarily American in spite of her modernity, she embodies in some queer way our tradition. She loves our old houses at Silliston they make her feel at home that's her own expression." "Did she say that?" "Exactly. And I know she's of New England ancestry, she told me so.
Was he not pleading for himself rather than for the human cause he professed? taking advantage of her ignorance and desperation, of her craving for new experience and knowledge? The suspicion sickened her. Were all men like that? Suddenly, without apparent premeditation or connection, the thought of the stranger from Silliston entered her mind.
Even as Janet trudged homeward on that Memorial Day afternoon from her Cinderella-like adventure in Silliston the sun grew hot, the air lost its tonic, becoming moist and tepid, white clouds with dark edges were piled up in the western sky. The automobiles of the holiday makers swarmed ceaselessly over the tarvia.
Not that she had any compunction in keeping Janet's secret, even from Insall; but sometimes as she contemplated it the strings of her heart grew tight. Silliston was so obviously where Janet belonged, she could not bear the thought of the girl going out again from this sheltered spot into a chaotic world of smoke and struggle. Janet's own feelings were a medley.
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