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"If you ask the question in a proper manner, I shall have no objection to answer," said Mrs. Dinneford, with a dignified and slightly offended air; "but my daughter is assuming rather, too much." "Mrs. Bray, the servant said." "No, Mrs. Gray." "I understood her to say Mrs. Bray." "I can't help what you understood." The mother spoke with some asperity of manner.
Dinneford put her fingers lightly on Edith's lips. "You must be very quiet," she said, in a low, even voice. "The doctor forbids all excitement. You have been extremely ill." "Can't I see my baby, mother? It won't hurt me to see my baby." "Not now. The doctor " Edith half arose in bed, a look of doubt and fear coming into her face. "I want my baby, mother," she said, interrupting her.
As soon as his mind had reached this conclusion he hurried through the work he had on hand, and then putting his bank-book in his pocket, left the store. On that very morning Mr. Dinneford received notice that he had a note for three thousand dollars falling due at one of the banks. He went immediately and asked to see the note.
The ground is surely being made ready for the sower." "I am glad to hear you speak so encouragingly," returned Mr. Dinneford. "To me the case looked desperate wellnigh hopeless. Anything worse than I have witnessed here seemed impossible." "It is only by comparisons, as I said before, that we can get at the true measure of change and progress," answered the missionary.
Bray looked at the face of a small cheap clock that stood on the mantel. "She will?" Mrs. Dinneford became uneasy, and arose from her chair. "Yes; what shall I say to her?" "Manage her the best you can. Here are thirty dollars all the money I have with me. Give her that, and promise more if necessary. I will see you again." "When?" asked Mrs. Bray. "At any time you desire."
Had she been wandering in her mind? Had she given any clue to the dark secrets she was hiding? Keen observation became mutual. Mother and daughter watched each other with a suspicion that never slept. It was over a month from the time Freeling disappeared before Mrs. Dinneford was strong enough to go out, except in her carriage. In every case where she had ridden out, Edith had gone with her.
She isn't to be managed in that way is deeper and more set than I thought. The fact is, Mrs. Dinneford" and Mrs. Bray lowered her voice and looked shocked and mysterious "I'm beginning to suspect her as being connected with a gang." "With a gang? What kind of a gang?" Mrs. Dinneford turned slightly pale. "A gang of thieves. She isn't the right thing; I found that out long ago.
The instant her mother was out of the room she sprang from her seat, and had just secured the letter when the dining-room door was pushed open, and Mrs. Dinneford came in, white and frightened. She saw the letter in Edith's hand, and with a cry like some animal in pain leaped upon her and tried to wrest it from her grasp.
A hard, resolute expression came into the cold blue eyes of Mrs. Dinneford. She put her hand firmly against Edith and pressed her back upon the pillow. "You have been very ill for nearly two months," she said, softening her voice. "No one thought you could live. Thank God! the crisis is over, but not the danger." "Two months! Oh, mother!"
"How have you settled it?" she demanded, trembling as she spoke with the excitement of suspense. "That I am not going to the wall if I can help it." "How will you help it?" "I have an accomplice;" and this time he was able to look at Mrs. Dinneford with such a fixed and threatening gaze that her eyes fell. "You have?" she questioned, in a husky voice. "Yes." "Who?" "Mrs. Helen Dinneford.
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