The best stories of Sarah Orne Jewett, Volume 1 (of 2)Jewett, Sarah Orne
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The best stories of Sarah Orne Jewett, Volume 1 (of 2)
Jewett, Sarah Orne
American fiction -- 19th century; Short stories, American
“She looked the same way, sad an’ remote through it all,” said Mrs. Todd
mournfully. “She took hold of my hand, and we sat down close together;
’twas as if she turned round an’ made a child of me. ‘I haven’t got no
right to live with folks no more,’ she said. ‘You must never ask me
again, Almiry: I’ve done the only thing I could do, and I’ve made my
choice. I feel a great comfort in your kindness, but I don’t deserve it.
I have committed the unpardonable sin; you don’t understand,’ says she
humbly. ‘I was in great wrath and trouble, and my thoughts was so wicked
towards God that I can’t expect ever to be forgiven. I have come to know
what it is to have patience, but I have lost my hope. You must tell
those that ask how ’tis with me,’ she said, ‘an’ tell them I want to be
alone.’ I couldn’t speak; no, there wa’n’t anything I could say, she
seemed so above everything common. I was a good deal younger then than I
be now, and I got Nathan’s little coral pin out o’ my pocket and put it
into her hand; and when she saw it and I told her where it come from,
her face did really light up for a minute, sort of bright an’ pleasant.
‘Nathan an’ I was always good friends; I’m glad he don’t think hard of
me,’ says she. ‘I want you to have it, Almiry, an’ wear it for love o’
both o’ us,’ and she handed it back to me. ‘You give my love to
Nathan,—he’s a dear good man,’ she said; ‘an’ tell your mother, if I
should be sick she mustn’t wish I could get well, but I want her to be
the one to come.’ Then she seemed to have said all she wanted to, as if
she was done with the world, and we sat there a few minutes longer
together. It was real sweet and quiet except for a good many birds and
the sea rollin’ up on the beach; but at last she rose, an’ I did too,
and she kissed me and held my hand in hers a minute, as if to say
good-by; then she turned and went right away out o’ the door and
disappeared.
“The minister come back pretty soon, and I told him I was all ready, and
we started down to the bo’t. He had picked up some round stones and
things and was carrying them in his pocket-handkerchief; an’ he sat down
amidships without making any question, and let me take the rudder an’
work the bo’t, an’ made no remarks for some time, until we sort of eased
it off speaking of the weather, an’ subjects that arose as we skirted
Black Island, where two or three families lived belongin’ to the parish.
He preached next Sabbath as usual, somethin’ high soundin’ about the
creation, and I couldn’t help thinkin’ he might never get no further; he
seemed to know no remedies, but he had a great use of words.”
Mrs. Fosdick sighed again. “Hearin’ you tell about Joanna brings the
time right back as if ’twas yesterday,” she said. “Yes, she was one o’
them poor things that talked about the great sin; we don’t seem to hear
nothing about the unpardonable sin now, but you may say ’twas not
uncommon then.”
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