Gaut Gurley; Or, the Trappers of Umbagog: A Tale of Border LifeThompson, Daniel P. (Daniel Pierce)
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Gaut Gurley; Or, the Trappers of Umbagog: A Tale of Border Life
Thompson, Daniel P. (Daniel Pierce)
Frontier and pioneer life -- Fiction; Maine -- Fiction; Trappers -- Fiction
"I cannot but appreciate and honor your delicacy," returned Mrs. Elwood,
with a look of mingled admiration and respect. "I think you must be an
excellent girl; and I will accept your present,--yes, thankfully,--and
never forget the manner in which it was bestowed."
"Your words are in my heart, lady. I came, feeling much doubtful; I return,
much happy," said the maiden, rising to depart.
"Do not go yet," interposed the matron, who was beginning to feel a lively
interest in the other; "do not go yet. Claud should know you are here. I
will call him," she added, starting for the door.
"O no, no,--do not, do not. He would not wish to be troubled by one like
me," hurriedly entreated the maiden, with a look of alarmed delicacy.
"O, you are mistaken. He would be pleased to see you, and expect to be
called," said Mrs. Elwood, in a tone of gentle remonstrance, while pausing
at the unexpected objection. "But it is unnecessary; for I see that he is
already coming, and in a moment will be here," she added, glancing out of
the window.
Having made the announcement, she turned encouragingly to the maiden, to
reassure her, believing her request that Claud should not be called in
proceeded entirely from over-diffidence. But one glance of her quick and
searching eye was sufficient to apprise the former that there was a deeper
cause for those tender alarms. The cheeks of the beautiful girl were deeply
suffused with crimson, her bosom was heaving wildly, and her whole frame
was trembling like an aspen. As her eyes met the surprised gaze of the
matron, she became conscious that her looks had betrayed the secret she was
the most anxious to conceal; and she cast an imploring look on the face of
the other, as if to entreat the mercy of shielding the weakness.
Mrs. Elwood understood the silent appeal; and, approaching and laying her
hand gently on the shoulder of the other, said, in a low, kindly tone:
"Have no fears. You have made a friend of me."
The girl silently removed the hand, brought it to her lips, and, as a
bright tear-drop fell upon it, kissed it eagerly. The two then separated,
and resumed their respective seats, to compose themselves before the
expected entrance should be made.
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