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Green passed behind the counter to reach the thread case. "Going to Sarahcuse to-day, Mis' Duree?" she asked casually. Mrs. Duryea blushed. "I'm on my way to see my sister's little granddaughter," she explained; "she's just recovering from whooping cough." "Would that be your sister Libby?" Max inquired. Mrs. Duryea started visibly. "I don't know as I " she began. "That's so," Max continued.
Several times during the night Aunt Libby came in and tried to induce Tavia to take another room, and allow her to stay with Dorothy, but the volunteer nurse would not leave her post. "Do go, Tavia," said Dorothy, who had just opened her eyes, and heard Aunt Libby's argument, "I'm all right now; only nervous."
"It wouldn't make any difference. Whatever you are, you are the one woman in the world to me; and you always will be." "Mr. Libby!" "Oh, I must speak now! You were always thinking, because you had studied a man's profession, that no one would think of you as a woman, as if that could make any difference to a man that had the soul of a man in him!" "No, no!" she protested. "I did n't think that.
They laughed together and jested; they talked in the gay idleness of such rare moods. They passed a yacht at anchor, and a young fellow in a white duck cap, leaning over the rail, saluted Libby with the significant gravity which one young man uses towards another whom he sees in a sail-boat with a pretty girl. She laughed at this. "Do you know your friend?" she asked. "Yes. This time I do?"
What kept you so long?" "The wind fell. We were becalmed." "We were not becalmed the day I went out with Mr. Libby. But perhaps nobody forced you to go." Having launched this dart, she closed her eyes again with something more like content than she had yet shown: it had an aim of which she could always be sure. "We have heard from Mr. Maynard," said Grace humbly.
I reckon he'll make a right purty pet fer the kid, an' kind of keep her from frettin' after her canary what died last Sunday." "He don't much resemble a canary, Ephraim," laughed Jim, dropping the belaying-pin. "I reckon he'll fill the bill fine, all the same," said the captain. So the Pup was carried prisoner to Eastport. As it happened, Miss Libby was a child of decided views.
One of the prisoners in Libby was Brigadier General Neal Dow, of Maine, who had then a National reputation as a Temperance advocate, and the author of the famous Maine Liquor Law. We, whose places were near the front window, used to see him frequently on the street, accompanied by a guard. He was allowed, we understood, to visit our sick in the hospital.
"Yes, Grace, I shall always say if I had died and I may die yet that I did not wish to go out with Mr. Libby, and that I went purely to please you. You forced me to go. I can't understand why you did it; for I don't suppose you wanted to kill us, whatever you did." Grace could not lift her head.
On his way to Richmond he escaped from his guards at Weldon, N.C., but, after a day's wandering about the pine forests with a broken foot, was retaken by a detachment of Confederate cavalry and sent to Libby Prison, Richmond, where he arrived October 1, 1863.
Libby, and said, "Oh, Bella, you dirty little thing!" Mr. Libby bowed anxiously to Grace, and turned for refuge to the little girl. "Hello, Bella!" "Hello!" said the child. "Remember me?" The child put her left hand on that of Grace holding her right, and prettily pressed her head against the girl's arm in bashful silence.
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