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Updated: June 16, 2025
One night Cecily came into the pantry with a large cucumber, and proceeded to devour the greater part of it. The grown-ups were away that evening, attending a lecture at Markdale, so we ate our snacks openly, without any recourse to ways that were dark. I remember I supped that night off a solid hunk of fat pork, topped off with a slab of cold plum pudding.
At the age which Cecily Doran had now attained, Miriam believed that there were only a few men living so unspeakably wicked as to repudiate Christianity; one or two of these, she had learnt from the pulpit, were "men of science," a term which to this day fell on her ears with sinister sound. Thus prepared for the duties of wife, mother, and leader in society, she shone forth upon Bartles.
"I'm glad of it after all," Neeld confessed to Mina. "Wait, wait!" she urged, sitting straight in her chair, apparently listening for any sound. Her obvious anxiety extended its contagion to him; he understood better how nice the issue was. "Will you come in the garden with me after dinner?" asked Harry, as Cecily and he went upstairs. "Of course when they've gone." "No, directly.
How many a time had she suffered from the restraints imposed upon her, and then secretly allowed herself indulgences, and then again persuaded herself that by severe attention to formalities she blotted out her sin! But the worst was when Cecily Doran came to live in the house. Cecily was careless in religion, had been subjected to no proper severity, had not been taught to probe her con science.
"I tell you it isn't always the man's fault," said Dan darkly. "When I get married I'll be good to my wife, but I mean to be boss. When I open my mouth my word will be law." "If your word is as big as your mouth I guess it will be," said Felicity cruelly. "I pity the man who gets you, Felicity King, that's all" retorted Dan. "Now, don't fight," implored Cecily. "Who's fighting?" demanded Dan.
Henry turned to look up the stairs down which Lady Cecily was coming, and then he went forward to greet her. "How nice of you," she said. "Has Gilbert come, too?" "No," he answered, chilled by her question. "He has a rehearsal this morning!" "Oh, yes, of course," she said. "His play! I forgot. We're going to see it on Wednesday. I hope it's good!" "It's very good," Henry replied.
"And a china fruit basket with an apple on the handle," went on Felicity, much relieved. "And a tea set, and a blue candle-stick." "I'd dearly love to see all the things that are in it," said the Story Girl. "Pa says it must never be opened without Cousin Rachel's permission," said Cecily. Felix and I looked at the chest reverently.
"Cecily, do you know where mother put the sawdust she emptied out of that old beaded pincushion of Grandmother King's, after she had sifted the needles out of it? I thought it was in the tin box." "So it is," said Cecily. "It isn't. There isn't a speck of sawdust in that box." The Story Girl's face wore a quite indescribable expression, compound of horror and shame. She need not have confessed.
"He was an awful nice old man. He always had his pockets full of nuts and apples. I used to like going there better when he was alive. Too many old women don't suit me." "Oh, Dan, Cousin Mattie and her sisters-in-law are just as nice and kind as they can be," reproached Cecily.
Words of love; intoxicating music; inflamed looks; silence; night! all conspired at this moment to disturb the reason of the notary. He cried, bewildered: "Mercy! Cecily! mercy I I shall go wild. Hush! I die. Oh! that I were mad!" "Listen, then, to the second couplet," said the Creole, preluding anew.
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