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Updated: June 16, 2025
The last word died on her lips. The door of the shed-room suddenly opened and Mary stood before her. The first dim noises of the tragedy in the living-room Mary's stupefied senses had confused with a nightmare which she had been painfully fighting. The torch in Nance's hand had flashed through a crack into her face once.
And feelings such as that inevitably try to disprove themselves by noisy self-assertion. Accordingly Tom after various jocular remarks in patois to Peter, who would have laughed at them had he dared, but, knowing Nance's feelings towards her brother was not sure how she would take it loudly and provocatively to Gard "Expect to make them mines pay, monsieur?" "Well, I hope so.
"That Nance's cottage?" Cardo was saying to-night as he sat in the rush chair by the fire in the farm kitchen Ellis on a bench beside him, the little round table supporting the portfolio before them, "that cosy, picturesque-looking cottage Nance's! those opal tints over sea and sky that blue smoke curling from the chimney, and that crescent moon rising behind the hill!
But like most reformers, she reckoned too confidently on cooperation. The rest of the Snawdor family had not been to reform school, and it had strong objections to Nance's drastic measures. Her innovations met with bitter opposition from William J., who indignantly declined to have the hitherto respected privacy of his ears and nose invaded, to Mrs.
Under this new arrangement Dan blossomed into a model of righteousness, but Nance's lapses from grace were still frequent. The occasional glimpses she was getting of a code of manners and morals so different from those employed by her stepmother, were not of themselves sufficient to reclaim her.
He had the elemental heartlessness of the savage, which recognises no sufferings but its own, and refuses to be affected even by them. When Nance's kitten, presented to her by their neighbour, Mrs. Helier Baker, solved much speculation as to its sex by becoming a mother, Tom gladly undertook the task of drowning the superfluous offspring.
"We found 'em in the hollow. And Nance says if you'll let her, she'll take us next Saturday to the old mill where some yellow vi'lets grow!" Miss Stanley looked down at the flushed, happy faces; then she put her arm around Nance's shoulder. "Nancy will not be with us next Saturday," she said regretfully. "She's going home."
Purdy the juvenile court, the one thing in life so far whose authority Nance had seen fit to acknowledge. At the corner Dan Lewis stood aside like a deposed chieftain while his companions knelt in an excited ring, engrossed in a game sanctioned by custom and forbidden by law. Even to Nance's admiring eye he looked dirtier and more ragged than usual, and his scowl deepened as she approached.
As the old man's fairy tales had long ago stirred Nance's imagination and wakened her to the beauty of invisible things, so now his broken, futile life, with its one great glory of renunciation, called out to the soul of her and roused in her a strange, new sense of spiritual beauty. For one week he lived among the luxurious surroundings of his daughter's home.
On the way home they found little to say, but Nance's aching feet fairly tripped beside those of her tall companion, and when they turned Slap Jack's corner and Dan asked in his slow, deliberate way, "How do you think you are going to like the factory?" Nance answered enthusiastically, "Oh, I like it splendid!"
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