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"Yee, yee, so we did; I hope your mother continues in health." "She died the very next year," Susanna answered in a trembling voice, for the time of explanation was near at hand and her heart failed her. "Won't you come into the sittingroom and rest a while? You must be tired walking from the deepot." "No, thank you, not just yet. I'll step into the front entry a minute.
She had learned that her true and steadfast lover had been carried to the "Hole," and was waiting here for her mistresses and also for Herr Pfinzing and his wife, whom old Martsche had conducted to the sittingroom in the second story. Herr Pfinzing, in her opinion, had as much power as the Emperor, and his wife was famed all over the city for her charitable and active kindness.
But she said as little as she could. "I have come over here to live for the present. I am of age, and have a right to consult my own wishes. My decision is unalterable." Having said this much, Annie closed her mouth and said no more. Silas argued and pleaded. Annie sat placidly sewing beside one front window of the sunny sittingroom. Effie, with a bit of fancy-work, sat at another.
Now once again it was illumined, and the dull yellow flare of its candles dimly shining out of their dust-laden pendants lit up the near side of the room and its contents; at the further side, however, where doors led into the hall and a sittingroom, there was a complete wreckage.
Val will not try to escape. He waits too long-near twenty-four hours. Then, it is as you see.... You have not told her?" He nodded towards the door of the sittingroom. "Nothing. It'll come on Jen soon enough if he doesn't get away, and bad enough if he does, and can't come back to us. She's fond of him as fond of him as a mother. Always was wiser than our Val or me, Jen was.
The fall of snowflakes in a still air, preserving to each crystal its perfect form; the blowing of sleet over a wide sheet of water, and over plains; the waving ryefield; the mimic waving of acres of houstonia, whose innumerable florets whiten and ripple before the eye; the reflections of trees and flowers in glassy lakes; the musical steaming odorous south wind, which converts all trees to windharps; the crackling and spurting of hemlock in the flames, or of pine logs, which yield glory to the walls and faces in the sittingroom, these are the music and pictures of the most ancient religion.
You shall go, yourself; go to the pit, and have a supper, and I'll pay for it. When you've ordered the box do you know the Bedford Hotel? Go there, and see Mrs. Chickley, and tell her I am coming to dine and sleep, and shall bring one of my daughters. Dinner, sittingroom, and two bed-rooms, mind. And tell Mrs. Chickley we've got no carpet-bag, and must come upon her wardrobe. All clear to you?
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