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Soher raised her hoary head and remarked: "In my time, young girls like Adèle used to learn to read and write, and work." Adèle felt very uncomfortable. She wished her uncle would make haste and write his reply; but he sat at his desk, passing his fingers through his hair; a method with which he was familiar when puzzled.
"I am going to the prayer-meeting," he said abruptly, and his puritanical form as suddenly left the room. "Now, it is time for you to go to bed," said Mrs. Soher to her son, when her husband was gone. "I don't want to go yet," replied Tommy. "But you must go, and you will go now; I'll not listen to your nonsense; come, do your hear." "Ah! let me stay a little longer, ma."
He tried to shout or to entreat mercy, but his tongue refused to utter a sound and his heart was as hard and as cold as the stones over which the vehicle in which he was lying rolled. For Tom Soher was in a closed carriage. When closing time came, the owner of the public-house had him placed in a conveyance and sent home.
"Well, you see, it's no wonder after all; the young Miss's engaged to a young fellow; Tom Soher, I think his name is. I don't like the look o' the chap. He used to drink and there's no sayin' ." He stopped short on perceiving Frank who was leaning against the wall for support; his face of an ashen hue. Jacques eyed him anxiously. "One'd say you'd be ill," he remarked.
If he could go at "Les Marches" when his cousin was gone and set his uncle to watch for their return, what a scene, what a spectacle to laugh at; even as he thought of it now he could not help laughing. Tom Soher was now constantly on the watch to see if he might catch his uncle alone. He was soon satisfied on that account. One evening, he saw Adèle come out of the farm-house.
What was this to him; what was all the world to him compared with his grief? "She says her daughter, who is dying, wishes to see you," continued the young woman. "Tell her I am coming," said Mr. Soher. A dying woman wishing to see him. How could he refuse that? Perhaps he would be the means of doing some good to this person.
"Now, I am then to understand that I am rejected. "Rejected! oh Heaven." The poor woman burst into tears and uttered a wail of despair. Mr. Soher tried to soothe her. "No," she said, "you are trying to deceive me, you are not speaking the truth." He protested. "It was then, that I did not speak the truth," he said. "I was exalted, I went too far." "Is it true?" said the dying woman.
"Yes," answered her niece, "I know her, but I am continually detecting faults in my temper which have to be overcome; and I find that I have quite enough to do to look after myself without bothering about others." If ever you saw two people looking six ways for Sunday, it was Mrs. Soher and her daughter. After a few moments of embarrassing silence, Mr.
"I cannot promise you that," she replied; "but I shall tell you what I intend to do; perhaps I shall never marry." "Tom Soher is a sensible man," said her father, satisfying himself with her answer. "When he was younger, he did drink a little too much perhaps, but he is altogether reformed now. We must not blame people who try to lead a new life.
Adèle did as she was bid; she could not put the missive in her pocket, because there was no pocket to the dress which she wore. She hastened home. The story which Mrs. Soher had recited had shaken her nerves. As she neared her father's house, she was tempted to look at the writing on the paper. There was a brief struggle within her. At last her conscience prevailed over her curiosity.
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