Silence, and other stories . stthought was that something must have happenedwhen she saw the girl standing there with herwild pale face. I want to see the minister/ said Evelina,faintly, and she looked at Thomass mother withpiteous eyes. Be you sick ? asked Mrs. Merriam. She laida hard hand on the girls arm, and led her intothe sitting-room, and put her into the rocking-chair with the feather cushion. You look realpoorly, said she. Shant I get you a little ofmy elderberry wine ? I want to see him, said Evelina, and she al-most sobbed. Ill go right and speak to him, said Hes up, I
Silence, and other stories . stthought was that something must have happenedwhen she saw the girl standing there with herwild pale face. I want to see the minister/ said Evelina,faintly, and she looked at Thomass mother withpiteous eyes. Be you sick ? asked Mrs. Merriam. She laida hard hand on the girls arm, and led her intothe sitting-room, and put her into the rocking-chair with the feather cushion. You look realpoorly, said she. Shant I get you a little ofmy elderberry wine ? I want to see him, said Evelina, and she al-most sobbed. Ill go right and speak to him, said Hes up, I guess. He gets up earlyto write. But hadnt I better get you somethingto take first ? You do look sick. But Evelina only shook her head. She had herface covered with her hands, and was weepingsoftly. Mrs. Merriam left the room, with a longbackward glance at her. Presently the door open-ed and Thomas came in. Evelina stood up beforehim. Her pale face was all wet with tears, butthere was an air of strange triumph about her. 180. THE LOUD MAKE ME WORTHYOF THEE, EVELINA EVELINAS GARDEN The garden is dead, said she. What do you mean? he cried out, staringat her, for indeed he thought for a minute thather wits had left her. The garden is dead, said she. Last nightI watered the roses with boiling water and salt,and I pulled the other flowers up by their garden is dead, and I have lost all CousinEvelinas money, and it need not come betweenus any longer. She said that, and looked up inhis face with her blue eyes, through which thelove of the whole race of loving women fromwhich she had sprung, as well as her own, seemedto look, and held out her little hands ; but eventhen Thomas Merriam could not understand, andstood looking at her. Why—did you do it ? he stammered. Because you would have me no other way,and — I couldnt bear that anything like thatshould come between us, she said, and her voiceshook like a harp-string, and her pale face wentred, then pale again. But Thomas
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