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I am so sorry," she declared, disappointedly, "for he was such a nice young man; and in his spare moments he had promised to teach me to sketch;" and her lovely face clouded. "Would not I do as well?" asked Hubert Varrick, gently, as his hand closed over the little white one so near his own. The girl trembled beneath his touch.
Despite the fact that she had nursed Mrs. Varrick day and night, she herself had suffered but a slight attack of the dread contagion, and there were tears in both Hubert's and his mother's eyes when the doctor informed them that there would be no trace of the dread disease on the girl's fair face.
There was a sound as of a groan, from the door-way, followed by a muffled shriek, and raising his eyes in startled horror, Hubert Varrick saw his lady-mother standing on the threshold, her jeweled hands parting the satin portières. "Who is this girl, and what does this amazing scene mean, Hubert?" cried Mrs. Varrick. Jessie Bain looked at the angry lady in puzzled wonder.
Varrick, striving to throw her arms about him, but almost before she was aware of his intention, he had quitted the room, strode down the corridor, and was half-way down the walk that led to the great entrance gate. Varrick had walked a considerable distance from the house before his mind settled down to anything like rational thoughts.
How kind Heaven was to send you to me to help me in my hour of greatest need, Mr. Varrick." "Come into the parlor and let us talk this matter over," said Varrick. "Yes, I will surely help you. I will go and see your uncle this very day." "I would not go to him," cried the girl. "I swear to you I would not! When I tell you this, you will not wonder that I refuse.
Only that day, by the merest chance, Frazier had found out about Hubert Varrick practically adopting the village beauty saucy little Jessie Bain and that he had secretly sent her to a private school, to be educated at his own expense, and he lost no time in communicating this startling news to Gerelda, and giving her proof positive of the truth of this statement.
Varrick wanted to get away, to be by himself to think. The bargain was made with the man, and with a few strokes from his muscular arms the little skiff was soon whirling out into the deep waters of the bay. Then he rested on his oars and floated down with the tide. Suddenly a clear and yet shrill voice broke upon his ear. "Halloo! Halloo there! Won't you come to my rescue, please?"
Was it the idle fancy of her own vivid imagination, or did she really see the image of Hubert Varrick confronting her by the brook as the midnight bells of All-Halloween rang out slowly and solemnly on the crisp, chilly night air? "I must be going mad my brain must be turning," thought the girl, shivering in every limb as she walked slowly back to the house.
They read as follows: "Prove to me, beyond all shadow of a doubt, that Hubert Varrick is really in love with the rustic little village maid you speak of to such an extent that he has secretly undertaken the care of her future, and, madly as I love him, I will give him up and marry you within six months from this time. But, in the meantime, you must return me at once to my home and friends.
Varrick was on the threshold of the drawing-room, waiting to greet him as he stepped forward. "I thought I observed some one with you at the gate?" she said, as she held out her white hand, sparkling with jewels, to welcome him. "Why did you not bring your friend in with you?" The minister bowed low over the extended white hand.
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