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She rushed into his room filled with the idea that she was going to die, and longing to see him before she lost consciousness. By the light of the dying embers she perceived Rosalie's head leaning on her husband's shoulder.
To Rosalie's joy, her father had not returned; for he had found the society in the village inn extremely attractive. Rosalie's mother looked up as the child came in. 'Where have you been all this time, Rosalie? Rosalie gave an account of all she had seen, and told her how she had crept in at the open door of the church. 'And what did the clergyman say, child? asked her mother.
When he repeated to her the answer of Rosalie's father, 'Of course! she exclaimed, 'if the child should die her mishap would go for nothing. And clasping her hands with a look of envious admiration she added, 'How you must have chattered, your reverence! More than half the day spent to obtain such a fine result! You took it easy coming home? It must have been very hot on the road?
To this day it is called Rosalie's Dell; for are not her sorrows and joys still told by those who knew and loved her? and is not the parish still fragrant with her name? Has not her history become a living legend a thousand times told? Leaving the village behind her, Rosalie passed down the high-road till she came to a path that led off through a grove of scattered pines.
Are you going or are you not going?" He goes. "Bring back the paper." He brings it back. Wonderful father! Rosalie's father gives a tug at the bell cord that would have dislocated the neck of a horse. The cord comes away in his hand. He hurls it across the room. Glorious father!
She had been to Miss Rosalie's school for three years, and she wondered a little at Sylvia's admiration for their teacher, although she too thought Miss Patten looked exactly like a fashion plate. Grace was eager to get to her desk.
They were undeniably splendid and wonderful, but they utterly ruined Rosalie's walks and they greatly intensified Rosalie's new feelings towards men and boys, that men and boys were a great nuisance and spoilt things. Time went along. Other young men were met. In the holidays, quite a number of young men came for their vacations to their homes in Ibbotsfield and the surrounding district.
This small despot's plot seemed disgraceful to me; it was a scandalous insult to Rosalie and myself an insult which should be washed away in blood. I was tempted to stab him at his table, but in spite of my agitation I constrained myself. What could I do? Take Rosalie's arm, and leave the room with her? I thought it over, but foreseeing the consequences I could not summon up courage.
It would seem as though she were afraid she had not courage enough to keep the secret of the cross without their presence. Charley had yielded to her request, while he shrank from granting it. Yet, as he said to himself, the woman was keeping his secret his and Rosalie's and she had some right to make demand.
Literally at the knee of Rosalie's mother these things were taught. On her knee with one of her arms about you for the Bible teaching; and standing at her knee, hands behind you, for the teaching of most of the rest.
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