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"Good-by," I said in a whisper, and wearily closed my eyes. Everything soon became very confused. I remembered Mr. Yocomb's helping me to my room. I saw Adah's intent, wistful look as I tried to thank her. Mrs. Yocomb's kind, motherly face changed into the features of my own mother, and then came a long blank. I seemed to waken as if from a long, troubled sleep.
But I trust, as you said, you will find me too honorable to seek that which belongs to another." "Mr. Morton," she said, in tones of deep distress, "you saved this home; you saved Mrs. Yocomb's life; you you saved mine. Will you embitter it?" "Would to God I had died!" I groaned. "All would then have been well. I had fulfilled my mission." She wrung her hands as she stood beside me.
Yocomb's room. I was in no mood to laugh, for every moment the truth was growing clearer that I had met my fate. I looked into the parlor, in which a lamp was burning, and conjured up the scene I had witnessed there. I saw a fair young face, with eyes turned heavenward, and heard again the words, "My faith looks up to Thee." Their faith had been sorely tried.
They are wholly of earth, and seem the counterparts of those wild outbreaks of human passion from which I and so many poor women in the past have suffered;" and a low sob shook her frame. "I wish I had more of good Mr. Yocomb's spirit; for this appalling cloud seems to me the very incarnation of evil. Why does God permit such things?"
But, by Jove! I'd like to take all the blame, and have it out with him here and now. Blame! What blame is there? The poor child! Why can't she see that she is white as snow?" Again I eagerly turned to Mrs. Yocomb's words: "Emily seemed almost overwhelmed at the thought of his reading this letter.
"What an awful dilemma you are in! It seems to me, however, the coolest veteran in the land could not have made a better dinner while in such peril." "I had scarcely eaten anything since yesterday morning. Moreover, I was loyally bound to compliment Mrs. Yocomb's efforts in the only way that would have satisfied her." "That reminds me that I ought to go and help Mrs.
The day was growing cool and shadowy, but I hoped that before it passed I might get a chance to say something to her which would give a different aspect to the concluding words of Mrs. Yocomb's sermon. I had determined no longer to avoid her society, but rather to seek it, whenever I could in the presence of others, and especially of her affianced.
"Oh, you big, honest old fellows!" she exclaimed, caressing one and another, "I'd rather teach you than half my pupils." "In which half do you place me?" I asked. "You? oh, I forgot; I was to teach you topography. I will assign you by and by, after you have had a few lessons." "A man ought to do as well as a horse, so I hope to win your favor." "I wish all men did as well as Mr. Yocomb's horses.
I did not reply at once, for her countenance was so mobile, so obedient to her thought and feeling, that I watched its varied expressions with an interest that constantly deepened. In contrast to Adah Yocomb's her face was usually pale; and yet it had not the sickly pallor of ill-health, but the clear, transparent complexion that is between the brunette and the blonde.
There seems to be something that I can't recall; and now I think of it, Mrs. Yocomb's account last night was very indefinite." My further musings were interrupted by the entrance of Mrs. Yocomb with a steaming bowl that smelt very savory. "Mrs. Yocomb," I cried, "you're always welcome; and that bowl is, too, for I'm hungry as a cub." "Glad to hear it," said Mr.
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