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As Steven emerged from the lane into the big road he saw a sleigh coming towards him, driven by the doctor's son. As it drew nearer a sudden thought came to him like an inspiration. "O Harvey!" he cried, running forward. "Will you take me with you as far as Simpson's?" "Why, yes, I guess so," answered the boy good-naturedly. He was not surprised at the request, knowing that Mrs. Dearborn and Mrs.
More than this, Steven, I am pleased with their evident admiration, not alone pleased and proud that they should admire me who am pledged to you, not that alone, I frankly confess, but because it in itself is pleasant. It pleases me. Very possibly it is because I am vain.
Not far away down the avenue a great church organ was rolling out its accompaniment to a Thanksgiving anthem. Steven could not hear the words the choir chanted, but the deep music of the organ seemed to him to be but the echo of what was throbbing in his own heart. There was no lack of childish voices and merry laughter in the great house that afternoon.
Joel was in a peculiar position: he was selected by the people of Waddy and paid by them, and had to defer to their wishes to some extent; and, besides, Mrs. Ben Steven was a large, powerful, indignant woman, and he a small, slim man. Mrs.
Harry was twice reported dead during the morning on the authority of Mrs. Ben Steven and Mrs. Sloan but this was contradicted by Mrs. Justin, who declared that the young man still breathed, but was suffering from many and various injuries which she alone was able to minutely describe. Then Mrs.
White, I think it time to inform you that Steven White came to me one night and told me, if I would remove the old gentleman, he would give me five thousand dollars; he said he was afraid he would alter his will if he lived any longer.
He talked to her as a man talks to a woman he is determined to keep at a distance. She hated Steven then, as passion hates. He had come before now in a downright bad temper and was the old, irritable Steven who found fault with everything she said and did. And she had loved him for it as she had loved the old Steven. It was his queer way of showing that he loved her.
Dearborn drove up to the pavement and handed him the reins to hold, while he took the crock of butter into the house. Steven glanced up at the number. It was 812. Then the next one no, the one after that must be the place. It was a large, elegant house, handsomer than any they had passed on the avenue. As long as it was in sight Steven strained his eyes for a backward look, but saw no one.
"Oh, please!" cried Steven desperately, as the door was about to be shut in his face. "She told me to come, and I've walked miles through the storm, and I'm so cold and tired! Oh, I can't go back without seeing her." His high, piercing voice almost wailed out the words. Had he come so far only to be disappointed at last? "What is it, Alec?" he heard some one call gently.
He had not forgotten her. He was not saying these things for himself; he was saying them for her, getting them out of himself with pain and difficulty. It was odd to think that nobody but she understood Jim, and that nobody but Jim had ever really understood her. Steven didn't understand her, any more than Ally understood her husband.
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