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In the ghastly condition of the following day the story was finished and sent off. It was on this occasion that the patient and long-enduring editor ventured mildly to suggest, that when, by a thrilling and horrible mischance, Seraphina's lovely hand came between a log of wood and the full force of Theodore's hatchet, the result might have been more disastrous than the loss of a finger-nail.
Thus jealousy prompted, and at the same time borrowed an excuse from friendship to justify its curiosity. Isabella, not less restless, had better foundation for her suspicions. Both Theodore's tongue and eyes had told her his heart was engaged; it was true yet, perhaps, Matilda might not correspond to his passion; she had ever appeared insensible to love: all her thoughts were set on heaven.
"And then, perhaps a year later, Louison came to call on me again, and with her was a little girl four years old, and I looked at her, and looked at Louison, and I said, 'My God that's a Melrose! She said, yes, it was Theodore's child." "Norma!" Chris said. "Norma and I remember her as if it was yesterday!
And thus nearly a year passed over, during which time Theodore's health and activity in a measure returned; but the cheerfulness of a happy mind was still wanting. Reuben often lured him temporarily into it, but he would again relapse, and had never given up his unhappy theory, though now he dwelt upon it much less frequently than of old.
As she walked slowly up the road, she could see the light in Theodore's window, and his shadow thrown on the curtain. The next morning Jordan Morse rose after a sleepless night, his face drawn in long, deep-set lines. The hours had been spent in futile planning.
"We were in a cab in one minute; weren't we, Florence? The difference would have been that you would have given a porter sixpence and I gave him a shilling, having bespoken him before." "And Theodore's time was worth the sixpence, I suppose," said Florence. "That depends," said Cecilia. "How did the synod go on?" "The synod made an ass of itself; as synods always do.
Germain, where the gratitude of Mme. de Nolé, together with five thousand francs, were even now awaiting me. After Madame the proprietress had identified Carissimo, I had once more carefully concealed him under my coat. I was ready to seize my opportunity, after which I would be free to deal with the matter of Theodore's amazing disappearance.
"We've enough at home until to-morrow.... Wait until to-morrow." Jinnie looked longingly at the wood. "Somebody'll take it," she objected, "and it's awful hard to gather." A grip of pain stabbed Theodore's heart.
As the evening was fast growing colder, it was thought advisable on account of Theodore's having but half recovered from his late illness that the friends should go to the great summer-house, and indulge in a cup of refreshing tea, in place of anything more exciting. And when the urn was on the table, singing its usual little domestic tune, Ottmar said
Theodore's face was ominous when she returned to him, after Stein had left. "I wish you and Stein wouldn't stand out there in the hall whispering about me as if I were an idiot patient. What were you saying?" "Nothing, Ted. Really." He brooded a moment. Then his face lighted up with a flash of intuition. He flung an accusing finger at Fanny. "He has seen her." "Ted! You promised."
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