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up to him. ‘Aha!’ he said, knitting his brows,’ so

time:2023-12-06 05:48:39 source:Cloud Heart Crane Eye Network author:television read:406次

Her equanimity was still further disturbed by the entrance of the farmer, who looked at the stove with a heavy frown.

up to him. ‘Aha!’ he said, knitting his brows,’ so

"Why in the name of common sense isn't there a fire?" he asked, "and supper on the table? Couldn't you hear that it was raining and know we'd want some supper after a long, cold ride?"

up to him. ‘Aha!’ he said, knitting his brows,’ so

"Mr. Holcroft," began the widow, in some trepidation, "I don't approve--such irregular habits--"

up to him. ‘Aha!’ he said, knitting his brows,’ so

"Madam," interrupted Holcroft sternly, "did I agree to do what you approved of? Your course is so peculiar that I scarcely believe you are in your right mind. You had better go to your room and try to recover your senses. If I can't have things in this house to suit me, I'll have no one in it. Here, Jane, you can help."

Mrs. Mumpson put her handkerchief to her eyes and departed. She felt that this display of emotion would touch Holcroft's feelings when he came to think the scene all over.

Having kindled the fire, he said to Jane, "You and Mrs. Wiggins get some coffee and supper in short order, and have it ready when I come in," and he hastened out to care for his horses. If the old woman was slow, she knew just how to make every motion effective, and a good supper was soon ready.

"Why didn't you keep up a fire, Jane?" Holcroft asked.

"She wouldn't let me. She said how you must be taught a lesson," replied the girl, feeling that she must choose between two potentates, and deciding quickly in favor of the farmer. She had been losing faith in her mother's wisdom a long time, and this night's experience had banished the last shred of it.


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