"
Mr. “I wonder,” she
said, “why one writes him sentences like that? It’ll have to go,” she decided,
“I’ve written too many already. While he thus vented his rage, the door again opened, and Quilt Arnold rushed
into the room, bleeding, and half-dressed. He continued his ditty, in spite of the angry
glances of his leader. "
Spurlock closed his eyes. I didn’t!
I didn’t! After all—”
For a time her mind ran on daintiness and its defensive restraints as though it
was the one desirable thing. The fashions of the day have become
antiquated. ”
Part 11
They sat for a time without speaking a word, in an enormous shining globe of
mutual satisfaction. "But
if it is thy will to take me from him," she continued, as soon as her emotion
permitted her,—"if he must be left an orphan amid strangers, implant, I beseech
thee, a mother's feelings in some other bosom, and raise up a friend, who shall be
to him what I would have been. Here was no crooked soul; a little
weak perhaps, impulsive beyond common, but fundamentally honest.
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