The Hills of Refuge: A NovelHarben, Will N. (Will Nathaniel)
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The Hills of Refuge: A Novel
Harben, Will N. (Will Nathaniel)
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"You touched upon something just now," he faltered, "that perhaps I
ought to think about. Since your mother would not have quite approved of
your being here like this with a stranger, there may be others in the
neighborhood who might gossip about it. If you would not be afraid to
remain alone, I could go on home and send some conveyance. I can find
the way, and as for the rain, it's nothing. I have often worked all day
and part of the night up to my knees in water."
"How silly of me to have said what I did!" she exclaimed, and caught his
arm. He felt the warmth of her pulsing fingers through the thin sleeve
of his shirt as she turned him toward her. "Why do you hold that against
me? I wasn't thinking how it sounded. Why did you speak of it?"
"Because I'd rather die than be the cause of the slightest whisper
against you," he said, reverently. "I know how narrow-minded small
communities are, Miss Rowland, and I know better than any one else how
little I have to recommend me to strangers. I am worse than nothing in
the eyes of the world, and it is beyond my power now ever to change
their view."
A pained look crossed Mary's face. She sat down again and put her feet
out toward the fire. She folded her arms. "I wish," she said,
compressing her lips, "that you would stop abusing yourself. The rest of
the world may condemn you, as you say they do, but I shall not. I have
known a good many gentlemen in my life, but I've never met one in whom I
had more confidence. I could swear by you. You may think that strange,
but I could. I feel the truth streaming from your whole personality,
your voice, your eyes, your very silence at times. I don't know how it
was, but in some way you have not been fairly treated. You have not! You
have not! I thought it might be perhaps an unfortunate marriage, but
since it is not that it is something else. You seem to me to be the
loneliest man in all the world, with a great aching heart; but
notwithstanding that you are thinking and acting only for me. Do you
think I can overlook that sort of thing? Mr. Brown, you are helping me,
and if I am not able to help you some day I shall never be content."
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