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Updated: June 20, 2025
Don't thee worry about Emily Warren. I fear that any one of us would make a large crowd in the old parlor." This was sorry comfort, and I fear that my laugh was anything but honest, while Mrs. Yocomb stared out of the window, at which she sat fanning herself, with a fixedness that I well understood.
Yocomb, after one of the little pauses that intervened between her trains of thought, "'What I do, thou knowest not now. There He might have stopped. Presuming is the subject that asks his king for the why and wherefore of all that he does. The king is the highest of all; and if he be a king in truth, he sees the furthest of all.
I had the vague impression that very much had happened, but I would not think; not for the world would I break the spell of deep quietude that enthralled every sense of my body and every faculty of my mind. Mrs. Yocomb," I said at last, "it must be you who creates this atmosphere of perfect peace and restfulness. The past is forgotten, the future a blank, and I see only your serene face.
"I know you mean it kindly, and no doubt I have seemed weak enough to warrant any amount of shielding." At this moment there came a peal of thunder from the passing storm, and she sank shudderingly into a chair. As it passed she sprang up and said: "I can't help that, but I can and will help you. I understand it all. The house has been struck, and Zillah, Adah, and Mr. Yocomb have been hurt.
The remainder of the meal was a desperate battle, in which I think I succeeded fairly. I talked that it might not be noticed that I was eating very little; joked with Mr. Yocomb till the old gentleman was ruddy and tremulous with laughter, and made Reuben happy by applauding one of Dapple's exploits, the history of which was easily drawn from him.
I think I puzzled her; I certainly did not understand myself any better than did poor Adah, whose mind appeared to be in solution from the effects of the lightning, and I felt that I must be appearing worse than idiotic. Miss Warren, resolutely bent on banishing every unnatural constraint, asked Mr. Yocomb: "How is my genuine friend, Old Plod? Did the lightning wake him up?"
How I love those whom God has given me, only He knows. Well, He directed thy random steps to us one day last June, and we welcomed thee as a stranger. But thee has a different welcome to-day, Richard a very different welcome. Thee doesn't like to hear about it; but we never forget." "No, Richard, we never forget," Mrs. Yocomb breathed softly.
Yocomb said: "Richard Morton, is thee doing thy best to get well? Thee's incurring a grave responsibility if thee is not. Emily Warren is quite alone in the world and she came to me as to a mother when thee was taken ill, and told me of thy unfortunate attachment.
I'm under no obligation to this prosperous banker; I'm only bound by honor in the abstract. They are not married. Mrs. Yocomb would say that I had been brought hither by an overruling Providence it certainly was not a conscious choice of mine and since I met this woman everything has conspired to bring me to my present position.
If I don't, he gets fractious." "I will take your place for a time, and will call Mrs. Yocomb if Mr. Morton needs anything." "I assure you I won't need anything as long as you'll stay," I began, as soon as we were alone. "I want to thank you for the rosebuds. They were taken away this morning; but I had them brought back and placed here where I could touch them.
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