The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 20, No. 122, December, 1867: A Magazine of Literature, Science, Art, and PoliticsVarious
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The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 20, No. 122, December, 1867: A Magazine of Literature, Science, Art, and Politics
Various
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"Prudence lifted up both hands, as if she was too horrified to speak,
and looked at Semantha. Semantha giggled. She was one of those girls who
are always laughing foolishly.
"As for Ephraim, his face was dark, and his voice was cold and hard, as
he said, 'From what we have seen tonight, Mercy, I don't think it can
make much difference to you what I do'; and then, without another word,
went out.
"Presently I heard the sleigh-bells, and in a moment Ephraim came in at
the front door. I hurried out to him. I would make one more effort, I
thought.
"He stopped on seeing me.
"'Are you going to leave me for Semantha? You are very unkind to me!' I
said passionately.
"'You are foolish, Mercy. Semantha is our guest, and I have shown her no
more attention than she has a right to.'
"'Can't you see, Ephraim?' I cried. 'Don't you know that she came here
on purpose to make trouble between you and me, and that Prudence is
helping her?'
"He looked surprised, then wholly incredulous. 'You are mistaken, Mercy.
You are prejudiced against Semantha.'
"I grew angry. I did not know that many men, acute enough to all else,
are stone-blind where the wiles of a woman are concerned. 'You may go
then, if you like. I see you don't care for me,' I said bitterly.
"'You know I do care for you,' said Ephraim. His voice was softer. I
might have won him then, if I would have stooped to persuade. But I
would not. My pride was hurt. I turned away from him.
"Presently Semantha came out and they drove off.
"Pretty soon Elihu Parsons brought his sleigh round, flung down the
reins, and came in to say good night. He held my hand and lingered,
talking, when I was eager for his going. My gayety had fled, and every
word cost me a pang. At last he said, 'I am going by your house. Can I
carry any message for you?'
"A wild thought darted into my mind, 'Going by our house? O, if I might
go too!'
"'You can!' he said eagerly. 'I will take you with the greatest
pleasure.'
"In an instant I had resolved to go. It seemed to me that I should die
if I stayed under that roof another night. So I begged him to wait a
minute, ran up stairs, packed my things; and came down and told the
family that I was going home. They seemed thunderstruck. Only Prudence
spoke.
"'Very well,' said she. 'But I suppose you know it is all over between
you and Ephraim if you go off in this way.'
"I told her that I knew it was all over, thanks to her, and I hoped it
was a pleasure to her to reflect that she had separated two persons who
would never have had a hard thought of each other but for her. Mary came
out into the entry to me crying, and said she hoped we should make it
up. But I told her that was not likely. And so we drove away.
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