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Updated: June 4, 2025
"Nonsense!" said Raven, in his old kind tone toward her, and Charlotte gave a little sob of relief at hearing it again. "I've got to see him and tell him what I've told you. You and Jerry stay where you are. Tenney's not dangerous. Except to her," he added bitterly to himself, as he left the house. "And a child in its cradle. My God! he was dangerous to her!"
She looked up at him, and what she said was more unexpected than anything he could have imagined: "Do you believe it?" "Believe what?" He could only guess she meant something connected with Tenney's madness of suspicion and the devil of a man. "What he said." She was looking at him with intensity, as if life and death lay in his answer. "He said He was there to-night, there in the room.
He seemed not to be in the least subdued to the accepted rules of prayer-meeting, but nodded and smiled impartially, and, as if he had flashed that look about for the one niche waiting for him, stepped lightly over to Tira's corner and took the chair at her side. Raven, from the tragic change in Tenney's face, knew who he was and bent forward to see what Tira's eyes would tell.
Once he rose from his bed and began to dress hastily, with what he recognized at the same moment as the wild purpose of slipping out of the house and going up to Tenney's, to see if there was a light or to listen for the catamount voice. But that, he realized immediately, was folly. Suppose Tenney saw him. What reason could he plant in the man's inflamed mind, except one more hostile to her peace?
She took it back to its place on the parlor stand under Grandsir Tenney's hatchet-faced photograph, wondering in her heart why it was not what she had heard them read of God: "A very present help in time of trouble." If you knew it was so, Tira reasoned, you never had to fret yourself any more.
The girl's color ebbed. "Cecily! You don't think I've hurt him?" The Bonnie Lassie caught her in a sudden hug. "Bobbie, do you know what I'd do in your place?" "No. What?" "I'd go right straight back to Julien Tenney's studio." She paused impressively. "Yes?" said the other faintly. "And I'd walk right straight up to Julien Tenney " Another pause, even more impressive.
The question Raven had seemed to illuminate kept beating on in her tired head. Did she love him? And as Tenney's arms clung closer and his lips were on hers, she threw back her head and cried violently: "No, I don't." "Don't what?" he asked, releasing her slightly, and she drew away from him and, still obeying Raven, made one disordered effort at assurance. "If you think" here she stopped.
I call you a scamp, on the way to being locked up." Tenney's mind leaped back a space. "You're tryin' to throw me off the track," he announced. "Ye can't do it. When I come up the road you an' Eugene Martin was out there an' you knocked him down. I see ye. You horsewhipped him. Now if it's anybody's business to horsewhip Eugene Martin, it's mine.
But a glance at Tenney's face, the tightness of reserve, the fanatical eyes, closed her lips, and they moved about together dumbly at their common tasks. As she grew paler and the outline of her cheek the purer over the bones beneath, he watched her the more intently, but still furtively.
Do you believe that?" "Who was there?" Raven prompted her, and the immediate reply staggered him. "Jesus Christ." He temporized. "I've no doubt he believed it," he said, unwilling to speak Tenney's name. It was doubly hateful to him at the moment of her being so patently undone.
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