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Farther on, chequered by shade, stood the quaint brick row of professors' houses, with sloping eaves and recessed entrances of granite a subject for an old English print.... Along the border of the Common were interspersed among the ancient dormitories and halls the new and dignified buildings of plum-coloured brick that still preserved the soul of Silliston.
It's extraordinary, but he sees her present situation, her future, with extraordinary optimism; he apparently regards her coming to Silliston, even in the condition in which we found her, as a piece of deserved fortune for which she has to thank some virtue inherited from her ancestors! Well, perhaps he's right. If she were not unique, I shouldn't want to keep her here. It's pure selfishness.
Afterwards he had left Silliston for a lumber camp on a remote river in northern Maine, abruptly to reappear, on a mild afternoon late in April, in Augusta Maturin's garden. The crocuses and tulips were in bloom, and his friend, in a gardening apron, was on her knees, trowel in hand, assisting a hired man to set out marigolds and snapdragons.
Her hands tightened on the rail; suddenly she let it go, and led the way toward the unfrequented district of the south side. It was the road to Silliston, but she had forgotten that. Ditmar, regaining her side, continued his pleading. He spoke of his loneliness, which he had never realized. He needed her. And she experienced an answering pang.
Maturin. "Couldn't we take her to our little hospital at Silliston, doctor? It's only four miles that isn't much in an automobile, and the roads are good now." "Well, the risk isn't much greater, if you have a closed car, and she would, of course, be better looked after," the physician consented. "I'll see to it at once," said Insall....
"Oh, it isn't that it isn't that! If I could, I'd be willing to serve you all my life I wouldn't ask for anything more. I never thought that this would happen. I oughtn't to have stayed in Silliston." "You didn't suspect that I loved you?" "How could I? Oh, I might have loved you, if I'd been fortunate if I'd deserved it. But I never thought, I always looked up to you you are so far above me!"
Presently, through the veil, she recognized Silliston a very different Silliston from that she had visited on the fragrant day in springtime, when the green on the common had been embroidered with dandelions, and the great elms whose bare branches were now fantastically traced against the flowing veil of white heavy with leaf.
"I put the last pineapple in place the day before Christmas. Do you remember the pineapples?" She nodded. "And the house? and the garden?" "Oh, those will never be finished. I shouldn't have anything more to do." "Is that all you do?" she asked. "It's more important than anything else. But you have you been back to Silliston since I saw you? I've been waiting for another call."
Another time I told her about Silliston, and how this little community for over a century and a half had tried to keep its standard flying, to carry on the work begun by old Andrew, and I thought of those lines, "Other little children Shall bring my boats ashore." That particular application just suddenly, occurred to me, but she inspired it." "You're a born schoolma'am," Insall laughed.
The hawklike yet benevolent and illuminating look he gave her recalled the man at Silliston whom she had thought a carpenter though he was dressed now in a warm suit of gray wool, and wore a white, low collar. "In Silliston!" she exclaimed. "Why what are you doing here?" "Well this instant I was just looking at those notepapers, wondering which I should choose if I really had good taste.
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