The Hundred, and Other StoriesBrownell, Gertrude Hall
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The Hundred, and Other Stories
Brownell, Gertrude Hall
American fiction -- 19th century; Short stories, American
"You must promise that I shall not be troubled by any attempt to get
me back. I will do anything terrible if I am trapped. Don't you see
that I couldn't go to school with Hector, who is younger? We should
be put in classes together, for a while at least, and I couldn't stand
it. Besides, I haven't the time, I have so much to do! Besides, I
couldn't go on living with _those people_ forever. I don't mean that
you shall, either. I won't tell you all now, but after a time you may
know that there is to be a house much better than theirs for you to
live in, with me. You shall have everything much better. But I will
not tell you more. Only, you can be perfectly sure of it. You will not
think that I came away without caring about leaving you. I was afraid
you would guess something if I hugged you before them as I wanted to,
but I had been to your room in the night, and any of your gowns you
put on is full of your son's kisses. If I thought you would show this
letter, I think that I should never in my life write you again. If you
should send me any money, I should return it at once or destroy it, so
please don't do it, it would make me angry. I know that we had nothing
when we came to their house, except the violin. One of the servants
told me how we came. What do you suppose keeping me all these years
has cost? When I can, I mean to give them double; you can tell him so,
if you choose. I can't now, but what I can do is to take nothing more
from them. You need not be anxious about me. I am prepared, because I
have long known what I meant to do, and I can take care of myself. I
have met several persons already who know of my father; it seems to be
something here to be his son, though not at home, except to one man,
and he a hostler. Well, I will show them--you, too, dear mother. I
don't mean to vex or grieve you, mother, dear. If I have vexed you, I
know I shall make you forgive me some day, before long, perhaps, when I
shall have made you understand. You can write me at the Tartar's Head,
but if you hunted me there, or information concerning me, you would
never find me, I vow."
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