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Ewell, Martha Lewis Beckwith, 1841-1902

"The Harvest of Years"

Benton! Hal needs you."
"We will consider then that we are friends, Emily?"
"Certainly," I said, glad enough to pass out of this door. Would it had
been wider!
Advancing to me he took my hand, and said:
"My friend always, if I may never hope for more. I leave to-morrow
morning, let us say good-bye here."
This was a strange scene for a plain country girl like Emily Minot.
Don't blame me if I was bewildered, and if I failed for a moment to
think of the snake I had dreamed about: neither wonder that in this last
act in Mr. Benton's drama, he seemed to have gained some power over me.
He knew, for I was no adept at concealing, that he had won some vantage
ground, and that I blamed myself and pitied him.
Morning came, and he left us, and Aunt Hildy said: "Gone with his great
eyes that allus remind me that still water runs deep. Can't see how
Halbert and that man can be so thick together."
Matthias, who was there early, ready to go to work, said to himself as
the stage rolled away: "De Lord bless me, if dat man don't mos' allus
set me on de thinkin' groun. Pears like he's got two sides to hisself,
um, um."
I heard this absent talk of Matthias', and also Aunt Hildy's words, and
I marvelled, saying in my heart, "Emily Minot, what will be done next?"


CHAPTER XIII.
PERPLEXITIES.

We were all glad to see mother, and she had enjoyed her visit, which had
improved her much.
"Hope you haint done any work?" said Aunt Hildy.


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