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Towards the end she felt a strange longing to have her mother near, close at hand, for her lying-in. The poor silly soul could not travel alone. . . . Ruth considered this and hit on the happy inspiration of inviting Mrs. Strongtharm to bring her. Tatty was useless, and among the few women who had been kind Mrs. Strongtharm had been the kindest. Ruth sat down and penned a letter; and Mrs.
Look at Ruth now christened in sorrow an' married, after all, to the richest in the land! Oh, hush! hush! A low moan comes from the next room. The women sit silent, their faces white in the dawn that now comes stealing in at the window, conquering the candle-light by little and little. Mrs. Strongtharm. I thought I heard a child's cry. . . . They cry at once. Miss Quiney. Ah?
Strongtharm." "But I shall need Bayard to bring home a sack of lime for my mortar. And you are over thoughtful for Madcap. I walked up to inspect the pasture, and there is enough to last the pair for a week. It is odds, too, we find some burnt lands at the back of these woods, with patches of good grass. Let us keep the horses up here, at any rate until the nights turn colder.
Happiness bubbled within her like a spring; overshadowed by a little awe, but not to be held down. Almost at the last moment she must take Mrs. Strongtharm into her confidence. She could not help it. "Granny," she whispered. "Sakes!" exclaimed Mrs. Strongtharm, peering at her, misdoubting that she jested. But Ruth's face told its own tale.
The sky, after six angry days two sullen, four tempestuous was clear again and promised another stretch of fair weather. This was important, for they counted on having to sleep a night in the open before reaching the M'Lauchlins' camp. Old Strongtharm had told Sir Oliver of a cave at the head of the pass and directed him how to find it.
Tell me, when you knitted his little boots, wasn't it different from all the rest?" "Ah, put them away!" "To be sure, dearie, to be sure all ready for the next." "I shall never have another child." Mrs. Strongtharm smiled tolerantly. "Never," Ruth repeated; "never; I know it." With the same assurance of prophesy she answered her lover on his return, a bare two months later.
You were a fool to invite me; but she was scared before ever she caught sight of me by that buck-parson of yours, I guess." He had fetched Bayard, had mounted, and was after her. He pulled rein at her lodgings. Yes, Mr. Strongtharm had seen her go by. The old fellow did not guess what was amiss; as how should he?
Ha'n't ye never caught your breath an' felt the tears swellin' when ye saw a regiment swing up the street? Miss Quiney. Ah! . . . Is it like that? Mrs. Strongtharm. It's like all that, an' more. . . . An' though I've wet my pillow afore now with envy of it, I thank the Lord for givin' a barren woman the knowledge. A pause. Mrs. What wonderful patterns they make in the carpets nowadays!
In a minute she was back with glasses and clean napkins, knives, forks, spoons, and a bottle of wine; from a second visit she returned with plates, condiments, and a dish of fruit. Then, running to the cooking-pot, she fetched soup in two bowls. "And after that," she promised, "there will be partridges. Mr. Strongtharm shot them for me, for I was too busy.
Strongtharm: he a taciturn man of fifty, a born naturalist and great shooter of wildfowl; she a douce woman, with eyes like beads of jet, and an incurable propensity for mothering and spoiling her neighbours' children. The couple received her kindly, asking few questions.
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