She came to spend hours with the bastard
children that the women brought, dressing and feeding
the tiny ones, inventing games for the older ones. He touched her hand,
soft and cool to his fingers—she turned at once to look at him. And now, my love," she added, with a relenting look, "I'm content to
make up our quarrel. He is the kind of man who would much prefer a little dust in his
eyes. This made the eleventh. ”
And while he talked and watched her as he talked, she answered, and behind
her listening watched and thought about him. "
"I know not how it is," sighed Darrell, "but I feel an unaccountable misgiving at
quitting this place. Out of an old
family album: here was the very comparison that had eluded him. She chastised
herself for thinking of her husband and lord as being
weak.
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