To-day she walked swiftly through the warm incense6 of the pines. It was hot weather, and [97]insects vexed7 the ear with an unwearied trill. But the heat of despair was greater in the girl than any such assault. Her cheeks had each a deep red spot. Her eyes were dark with feeling, and on the long black lashes8 hung fringing drops. She walked lightly, with springing strides. Beyond the pine woods, in the patch of sunny road bordered by dust-covered hardhack and elder, she paused for a moment, to dash the tears from her eyes. There in the open day she felt as if some prying9 glance might read her grief. The woods were kinder to it.
Sabrina's house was at the first turning, a gray, weather-beaten dwelling10 of mellow11 tones, set within a generous sweep of green. It had a garden in front. Sabrina herself was in the garden now, weeding the balm-bed. Sometimes Clelia thought the garden was almost too sweet after Sabrina had been there stirring up the scents12. At least a third of it was given to herbs, and even the touch of a skirt in passing would brush out fragrance13 from it. There were things there that strangely seemed to have no smell at all; but grown in such rank masses, they contributed mysteriously to the alembic of the year.
Sabrina, risen to her feet now, had a look of youth touched by something that was not so much age as difference. She was slender, and still with a girl's symmetry, the light-footed [98]way of moving, the little sinuous14 graces of a body unspoiled and delighting in its own uses. Her face had a rounded plumpness, and her cheeks were pink. People said now, as they had in her youth, that Sabrina Thorne had the skin of a baby. One old woman, chiefly engaged in marking down human commodities, always added that it was because of that heart trouble Sabrina had; but nobody listened. Sabrina seemed to have made no concession15 to time, save that her waving hair was white. In its beauty and abundance, it was a marvel16. It sprang thickly up on each side of her parting, and the soft mass of it was wound round and round on the top of her head. She was a beautiful being, neither old nor young.
She stood there smiling at Clelia's approach.
"How do?" she said softly; but when the girl was near enough to betray the trouble of her face, she added, "Whatever is the matter?"
"Come into the house, Sabrina," said Clelia, in a muffled17 voice. "I can't tell it out here."
Sabrina dropped her trowel on a heap of weeds, and cast her gardening gloves on the top. She led the way to the house, and when they were in the coolness of the big sitting-room18 with its air of inherited repose19, she turned about and spoke20 again in her round, low voice. "Well?" There was anxiety in the tone.
[99]Clelia, facing her, began to speak with a hard composure.
"Richmond—Richmond Blake—" and her voice broke. She threw herself forward upon Sabrina's shoulder and clasped her with shaking hands. "He has given me up, Sabrina," she moaned, between her sobs21. "It is over. He has given me up."
Sabrina led her to the great chair by the window, and forced her into it. Then she knelt beside her and drew the girl's head again to her shoulder. She patted her cheek with little regular beats that had a rhythmic22 soothing23.
"There, there, dear," she kept saying. "There, there!"
Presently Clelia choked down her sobs, and raised her face, tempestuous24 in its marks of grief.
"I'd just as soon tell you," she said, with a broken hardness, a composure struggled for and then lost. "I'd just as soon anybody would know it. I don't feel as if I'd any use for myself, now he don't prize me. Well, Sabrina, he don't want me any more."
"You sure, dear?" asked Sabrina. "You better be sure."
"We got talking about the land," said Clelia, in a high voice.
"The ten-acre lot?"
[100]"Yes. I said to him: 'There's that man from New York. He's offered you two hundred dollars for it. Why don't you take it?'"
"What's the man from New York want it for?" asked Sabrina, with what seemed a trifling25 irrelevance26.
Clelia answered impatiently.
"I don't know. To build a summer cottage, I suppose. That's what Richmond asked me, and I said I didn't know. Then he said he wasn't going to sell till he knew what he was selling for."
"Well, I call that kinder long-headed, myself," said Sabrina.
"So you might; but the New York man went away that afternoon. 'Well,' says he, before he went, 'that's my offer. Take it or leave it.'"
"But that's nothing to be mad about."
"We didn't stop there. I reminded Rich how far that money would go towards building, and his jaw27 got set, and he said he couldn't help it. Then I told him I'd be switched if ever I lived with his folks—"
"Oh, dear, dear!" lamented28 Sabrina. "You didn't say that, did you? Now you mustn't, dear. You mustn't say things folks can't forget."
A gush29 of tears flooded the girl's cheeks.
"Oh, I didn't mean to!" she cried, in the bitterness of remembering a battle lost. "He knew [101]I didn't mean to. But I got sort of crazy, Sabrina. I did. And I told him at last—" Her eyelids30 dropped under their weight of tears.
"What did you tell him?"
"I told him he could choose between his folks and me."
"What did he say?"
"He said, 'I'll choose now. It's over.' He got up and walked out of the room. He turned at the door. 'It's over, Clelia,' says he. 'Don't you ever call me back, for I sha'n't come.' And he won't. He ain't that kind."
"Oh, me! oh, me!" moaned Sabrina. She, too, knew he was not that kind.
They sat in silence for a moment, the girl looking straight before her in a dull acquiescence31, and Sabrina's pink face settled into aging lines. Suddenly the girl spoke sharply.
"But I can't bear it, Sabrina, I can't bear it. It will kill me—if I don't kill myself."
Sabrina rose slowly, and took a chair at the other window.
"Yes," said she, "you can bear it. Other folks have gone through it before you, an' other folks will again. It's a kind of a sickness there's goin' to be as long as the earth turns round. You've got to bear it."
Her voice struck sharply, and Clelia, called momentarily out of herself, glanced at her with [102]a sudden interest. For the first time since their intimacy32, Sabrina looked her age.
Little fine lines seemed to have started out upon her cheeks and forehead. Her eyes had the look of grief. But Clelia's thoughts went back at once to her own trouble. She spoke gravely now, like an older woman.
"It's not because we've quarreled, Sabrina. I'd say I was sorry this minute. But he wouldn't take me back. It shows he don't care. If he'd cared about me, he'd have thought 'twas a little thing; but he's chosen between us, and he won't go back."
"Well," said Sabrina conclusively33, "however it turns out, it's here an' you've got to face it. Clelia, I've a good mind to tell you somethin' I ain't ever told anybody."
"Yes," said Clelia indifferently, her mind upon herself. "Yes, tell me."
Sabrina folded her hands upon her lap and set her gaze straight forward, and yet with a removed look, as if she had withdrawn34 into the past.
"I don't know as you ever knew, Clelia," she said, and Clelia at once thought that it was as if she were reading from a book, "but when I was about your age, I come near bein' married."
"Father said you were much sought after," said Clelia, with a prim35 shyness not like her own [103]stormy confession36. Sabrina, with her white hair and her young face seemed somehow set apart from love and the sweet uses of it.
"I guess he never knew about that particular one. Nobody knew that. I had as good a time as you've had, Clelia. I liked him the same way. I've thought of it, day in, day out, when I've seen you with Richmond Blake. I've never been so near livin' since as I have when I've seen you an' Richmond together out in that gardin, laughin' an' jokin' in amongst the flowers. Well, he give me up, dear. He give me up."
Her hands took a firmer hold on each other. Her face convulsed into a deeper grief; and Clelia, who had never seen her moved with any emotion that concerned herself alone, gazed at her in awe37, with her own passion quieting as she confronted that of one so old, yet living still.
"Did you—have words?" she ventured.
"No, dear, no. I guess we couldn't have had, I felt so humble38 towards him. I never forgot a minute how good it was to have him like me. No. There was somebody else. You see he was terrible smart. He put himself through college, an' then he met her, an' she was just as smart as he was. Lively, too, I guess. I never see her. But I hadn't anything but my good looks—I was real pretty then. I had that an' a kind of a way of keepin' house an' makin' folks comfortable. [104]Well, I found out he didn't prize me; so I give him his freedom. An' he was glad, dear, he was glad."
She rocked back and forth for a moment, in forgetfulness of any save the long-past moment when she was alive.
"O Sabrina!" breathed the girl.
It recalled her. She straightened, and resumed the habit of an ordered life.
"Now this is what I was comin' to," she said, "the way to bear it. It ain't a light thing. It's a heavy one. A lot o' folks go through with it, an' they take it different ways. Sometimes their minds give out. Folks say they're love-cracked. Sometimes they die. Yes, Clelia, often I've thought that would be the easiest. But there's other ways."
Clelia's tears were dried. She sat upright and looked at the woman opposite. It suddenly seemed to her that she had never known Sabrina. She had seen her nursing the sick or in the garden, smiling over her gentle tasks; but she had not known her. Sabrina spoke now with authority, as if she were passing along the laws of life into hands outstretched for them.
"When it happened to me, mother was sick. She had creepin' paralysis39, an' I had to be with her 'most every minute. When I got my letter, I was in the gardin, right there by the spearmint [105]bed. You see I'd written him, dear, to offer him his freedom; but I found out afterwards I must have thought, in the bottom of my heart, he wouldn't take it. Well, I opened the letter. 'Twas a hot summer day like this. He took what I offered him, dear,—he never knew I cared,—an' he was pleased. The letter showed it. I spoke out loud. 'O God,' I says, 'I don't believe it!' Then I heard mother's voice callin' me. She wanted a drink o' water. I begun steppin' in kind o' blinded, to get it for her. Seemed as if 'twas miles across the balm-bed. 'I mustn't fall,' I says to myself. 'I mustn't die till mother does.' And then somethin' put it into my head I needn't believe it nor I needn't give up to it, not till mother died. Then 'twould be time enough to know I'd got a broken heart."
It almost seemed as if she had never faced her grief before. She abandoned herself to the savor40 of it, the girl forgotten.
"Well, mother died, an' that night after the funeral I set down by the window where I'm settin' now an' says, 'Now I can think it over.' But I knew as well as anything ever was that when I faced it 'twould take away my reason. So I says, 'Mother's things have got to be put away. I'll wait till then.' So I packed up her things, an' sent 'em to her sister out West. Some o' her common ones 't I'd seen her wear, I burnt [106]up, so 't nobody shouldn't have 'em. I put her old bunnit into the kitchen stove, an' I can see the cover goin' down on it now. 'Twas thirty-eight year ago this very summer. Then says I, 'I'll face it.' But old Abner Lake had a shock, an' there wa'n't nobody to take care of him less'n they sent him to the town farm, an' folks said he cried night an' day, knowin' what was before him. So I had him moved over here, an' I tended him till he died. An' so 'twas with one an' another. It begun to seem as if folks needed somebody that hadn't anything of her own to keep her; an' then, spells between their wantin' me, I'd say, 'I won't face it till I've cleaned the house,' or 'till I've got the gardin made.' An', Clelia, that was the grief that was goin' to conquer me, if I'd faced it; an' I ain't faced it yet! I ain't believed it!"
A sense of her own youth and her sharp sorrow came at once upon the girl, and she cried out:
"I've got to face it. It won't let me do anything else. It's here, Sabrina. I couldn't help feeling it, if I killed myself trying."
Sabrina's face softened41 exquisitely42.
"I guess 'tis here," she said tenderly. "I guess you do feel it. But, dearie, there's lots of folks walkin' round doin' their work with their hearts droppin' blood all the time. Only you mustn't listen to it. You just say, 'I'll do the things I've [107]got to do, an' I'll fix my mind on 'em. I won't cry till to-morrow.' An' when to-morrow comes, you say the same."
Clelia set her mouth in a piteous conformity43. But it quivered back.
"I guess you think I'm a coward, Sabrina," she said. "Well, I'll do the best I can. Maybe if 'twas fall I could get a school, and set my mind on that. I can help mother, but she'd rather manage things herself."
Sabrina bent44 forward, with an eager gesture.
"Dear, there's lots o' things," she said. "The earth's real pretty. You concern yourself with that. You say, 'I won't give up till I've seen the apple-blows once more. I won't give up till I've got the rose-bugs off'n the vines.' An' every night says you to yourself, 'I won't cry till to-morrow.'"
Clelia rose heavily.
"You're real good, Sabrina," she said. Then she added, in a shy whisper, "And I—I won't ever tell."
"You sit right down," returned Sabrina vigorously, rising as she said it. "I'll bring you the peas to shell. They're late ones, an' they're good. You stay, an' this afternoon we'll go out an' pick the elderberries down on the cross-road. I've got to have some wine."
That week and the next Clelia made herself [108]listlessly busy, and Sabrina was away, nursing a child who was sick of a fever. Clelia was pondering now on her own hurt, now on the story her friend had told her. It seemed like a soothing alternation of grief, sometimes in the pitiless sun-glare of her own loss, and again walking in a darkened yet fragrant45 valley where the other woman had lived for many years. But on an evening of the third week, she had news that sent her speeding through the Half-Mile Road and in at the door where Sabrina sat resting after a hard day. Clelia was breathless.
"Sabrina," she cried, "Sabrina, Richmond's mother's sick and he's away. He's gone to New York, and she's left all alone with aunt Lucindy."
"What's the matter with her?" asked Sabrina, coming to her feet and beginning to smooth her hair.
"She's feverish46, and aunt Lucindy says she's been shaking with the cold."
"You sent for the doctor?"
Sabrina was doing up a little bundle of her night-clothes that had lain on the chair beside her while she rested.
"No."
"Well, you do that, straight off. An' when he comes, he'll tell you what to do an' you do it."
[109]"Can't you go, Sabrina? Can't you go? Aunt Lucindy wanted you."
"No," said Sabrina, tying on her hat, and taking up her bundle. "I only come to pick me up a few things. That little creatur' may not live the night out. But I'll walk along with you, an' step in an' see how things seem."
Once only in the Half-Mile walk did they speak, and then Clelia broke forth throbbingly to the accompaniment of a sudden color in her cheeks.
"I don't know as I want to go into Richmond's house when he's away, now we're not the same."
"Don't make any difference whether it's Richmond's house or whether it ain't, if there's sickness," returned Sabrina briefly47. But at the doorstone she paused a moment, to add with some recurrence48 of the intensity49 the girl had seen in her that other day: "Ain't you glad you got somethin' to do for him? Ain't you glad? You go ahead an' do what you can, an' call yourself lucky you've got it to do."
And Clelia very humbly50 did it. Then it was another week, and the two friends had not met; but again at twilight51 Clelia took her walk, and this time she found Sabrina stretched out on the lounge of the sitting-room. There was a change in her. Pallor had settled upon her face, and her dark eyebrows52 and lashes stood out startlingly [110]upon the ashen53 mask. Clelia hurried up to her and knelt beside the couch.
"What is it, Sabrina?" she whispered. "What is it?"
Sabrina opened her eyes. She smiled languidly, and the girl, noting the patience of her face, was thrilled with fear.
"How's Richmond's mother?" asked Sabrina.
"Better. She's sitting up. I sha'n't be there any more. He's coming home to-night."
"Richmond?"
"Yes. The doctor said there wasn't any need of sending for him, and I'm glad we didn't, now. Sabrina, what's the matter?"
"I had one of my heart-spells, that's all," said Sabrina gently. "There, don't you go to lookin' like that."
"What made you, Sabrina? What made you?"
Sabrina hesitated.
"Well," she said, at length, "I guess I got kinder startled. Deacon Tolman run in an' told what kind of doin's there was goin' to be to-morrow. He was full of it, an' he blurted54 it all out to once."
"About Senator Gilman coming?"
"Yes."
"And their trimming up the hall for him to speak in, and his writing on it was his boyhood's [111]home and he shouldn't die happy unless he'd come back and seen it once more?"
"Yes. That's about it."
"Well," said Clelia, in slow wonder, "I don't see what there was about that to give anybody a heart-spell."
Sabrina looked at her for a moment in sharp questioning, followed by relief.
"No," she said softly, "no. But I guess I got kinder startled."
"I'm going to stay with you," said Clelia tenderly. "I'll stay all night."
"There's a good girl. Now there's somebody round, I guess maybe I could drop off to sleep."
At first Clelia was not much alarmed; for though Sabrina was known to have heart-spells, she always came out of them and went on her way with the same gentle impregnability. But in the middle of the night, she suddenly woke Clelia sleeping on the lounge beside her, by saying in a clear tone:—
"Wouldn't it be strange, Clelia?"
"Wouldn't what be strange?" asked the girl, instantly alert.
"Wouldn't it be strange if anybody put off their sorrow all their lives long, an' then died before they got a chance to give way to it?"
"Sabrina, you thinking about those things?"
[112]"Never mind," answered Sabrina soothingly55. "I guess I waked up kinder quick."
But again, after she had had a sinking spell, and Clelia had given her some warming drops, she said half-shyly, "Clelia, maybe you'll think I'm a terrible fool; but if I should pass away, there's somethin' I should like to have you do."
Clelia knelt beside her, and put her wet cheek down on the little roughened hand.
"There was that city boarder I took care of, the summer she gi'n out down here," went on Sabrina dreamily. "I liked her an' I liked her clo'es. They were real pretty. She see I liked 'em, an' what should she do when she went back home, but send me a blue silk wrapper all lace and ribbins, just like hers, only nicer. It's in that chist. I never've wore it. But if I should be taken away—I 'most think I'd like to have it put on me."
The cool summer dawn was flowing in at the window. The solemnity of the hour moved Clelia like the strangeness of the time. It hushed her to composure.
"I will," she promised. "If you should go before me, I'll do everything you want. Now you get some sleep."
But after Sabrina had shut her eyes and seemed to be drowsing off, she opened them to say, this time with an imperative56 strength:—
[113]"But don't you let it spile their good time."
"Whose, Sabrina?"
"The doin's they're goin' to have in the hall. If I should go in the midst of it, don't you tell no more'n you can help. But I guess I can live through one day anyways."
That forenoon she was a little brighter, as one may be with the mounting sun, and Clelia, disregarding all entreaties57 to see the "doings" at the hall, took faithful care of her. But in the late afternoon while she sat beside the bed and Sabrina drowsed, there was a clear whistle very near. It sounded like a quail58 outside the window. Clelia flushed red. The sick woman, opening her eyes, saw how she was shaking.
"What is it, dear?" she asked.
"It's Richmond," said Clelia, in a full, moved voice. "It's his whistle."
"You go out to him, dear," urged Sabrina, as if she could not say it fast enough. "You hurry."
And Clelia went, trembling.
When she came back, half an hour later, she walked like a goddess breathing happiness and pride.
"O Sabrina!" She sank down by the bedside and put her head beside Sabrina's cheek. "He was there in the garden. He kissed me right in sight of the road. If 't had been in the face and eyes of everybody, it couldn't have made any difference. [114]'You took care of mother,' he said. 'I like your mother,' I said. 'I'd like to live with her—and aunt Lucindy.' And he said then, Sabrina, he said then, 'We sha'n't have to.' And Sabrina, he's been on to New York to see if he could find out anything about the railroad that's going through to save stopping at the Junction59; and he saw Senator Gilman, and that's how the senator came down here. He got talking with Richmond, old times and all, and he just wanted to come. And the railroad's going through the ten-acre pasture, and Richmond'll get a lot of money."
Sabrina's hand rested on the girl's head.
"There, dear," she said movingly. "Didn't I tell you? Don't cry till to-morrow, an' maybe you won't have to then."
Clelia sat up, wiping her eyes and laughing.
"That isn't all," she said. "Senator Gilman wants to see you."
"Me!"
Sabrina rose and sat upright in bed. The color flooded her pale cheeks. Her eyes dilated60.
"Yes. He told Richmond you used to go to school together, and he's coming down here on his way to the train. And sick or well, he said, you'd got to see him."
Sabrina had put one shaking hand to her hair. "It's turned white," she whispered.
[115]But Clelia did not hear her. She had opened the chest at the foot of the bed, and taken out a soft package delicately wrapped. She pulled out a score of pins and shook the shimmering61 folds of the blue dress. Then she glanced at Sabrina still sitting there, the color flooding her cheeks again with their old pinkness.
"Oh!" breathed Clelia, in rapture62 at the dress, and again at the sweet rose-bloom in Sabrina's face. Then she calmed herself, remembering this was a sick chamber63, though every moment the airs of life seemed entering. She brought the dress to the bedside. "You put your arm in, Sabrina," she coaxed64.
Sabrina did it. She moved in a daze65, and presently she was lying in her bed clothed in blue and white, her soft hair piled above her head, and her eyes wide with some unconfessed emotion. But to Clelia, she was accustomed to look vivid; life was her portion always. The girl sped out of the room, and came back presently, her arms full of summer flowers, tiger-lilies, larkspur, monkshood, and herbs that, being bruised66, gave out odors. Sabrina's eyes questioned her. Clelia tossed the flowers in a heap on the table.
"What you doin' that for?" asked Sabrina.
"I don't know," answered the girl, in a whisper. "There's no time to put 'em in water. I [116]want to have things pretty, that's all. You take your drops, dear. They've come."
But Sabrina lay there, an image of beauty in a sea of calm.
"I don't want any drops," she said. "I shouldn't think o' dyin' now."
Clelia went out, and presently Sabrina heard her young voice with its note of happiness.
"In this way, sir," she was saying. "Yes, Rich, you stay in the garden. I'll be there."
Senator Gilman, bowing his head under the low lintel, was coming in. He walked up to the bedside, and Sabrina's eyes appraised67 him. He was a remarkable-looking man, with the flowing profile of a selected type, and thick gray hair tossed back from his fine forehead. He sat down by her.
"Well, Bina," said he.
This was not the voice that had filled the hall that morning or jovially68 greeted townsmen all the afternoon. It was gently adapted to her state, and Sabrina quieted under its friendliness69.
"Couldn't go away without seeing you," said Senator Gilman. "They told me you were sick. I said to myself, 'She'll see me. She'll know 'twould spoil my visit, if I had to go away without it.'"
Sabrina was looking him sweetly in the face, and smiling at him.
[117]"How much time you got?" she asked, like a child.
He took out his watch.
"My train is at five forty-five," he said.
"Then you talk fast."
"What you want to know?" asked her friend.
He had fallen into homely70 ways of speech, to fit the time.
"You've done real well, ain't you?" asked Sabrina eagerly.
The senator nodded.
"I have, Bina," said he. "I have. I've made money, and I own a grown-up son. He's got all the best of me and the best of all of us, as far back as I can remember—and none of the worst. I'll send him down here to see you."
"He must be smart," said Sabrina. "I've read his book."
"You have? Didn't know there was a copy in town. Nobody else here has heard of it."
"I see it noticed in the paper. I sent for it. I never spoke of it to anybody. I guess I was pretty mean. Folks borrow books, an' then they don't keep 'em nice."
"Bina, you're a dear. They've been telling me how you take care of the whole town. Richmond Blake—he's a likely fellow; he'll get on—he said you were the prettiest woman in [118]the township. Said his father told him you were the prettiest girl."
Sabrina's little capable right hand went out and drew the sheet over her blue draperies up to her chin.
"You're not cold?" asked the senator solicitously71; but she shook her head and answered:—
"You've seen foreign countries, ain't you?"
"Yes. I've seen India and I've seen the Pyramids. I thought about you those times, Bina—how we recited together in geography; and I was the one that went and you were the one to stay at home. But near as I can make out, you've carried the world on your shoulders down here, while I've tried to do the same thing somewhere else—and not so well, Bina—not so well."
Her sweet face clouded. She was jealous of even a hint of failure for him.
"But you've come out pretty fair?" she hesitated anxiously.
"Pretty fair, Bina. It's been a good old world. I've enjoyed it, and I don't know as I shall want to leave it. But now I feel as if I were working for the next generation. The little I've done I can pass over to my son, and I hope he'll do more."
He laid his hand on the garnered72 sweets beside him. The herbs were uppermost. "Spearmint!" [119]he said. Sabrina nodded, and he ate a leaf. Then one after another he took up the herbs, southernwood and all, and bruised them to get their separate fragrance. It was a keen pleasure to him, and Sabrina saw it and blessed Clelia in her heart. Presently he sat back in his chair and regarded her musingly73. A softened look came into his eyes. A smile, all sweetness, overspread his face. It gave him his boyhood's mien74.
"I'll tell you what, Bina," he said, "in that first rough-and-tumble before I made my way, you did me a lot of good."
Sabrina lay and looked at him. Even her eyes had a still solemnity.
"You wrote me a little note."
More color surged into her face, but she did not stir.
"I was pretty ambitious then," he went on musingly. "My wife was ambitious, too. That was before we were engaged, you understand. We got kind of carried away by people and money and honors—that kind of thing, you know. Well, that little note, Bina. There wasn't anything particular in it, except at the end you said, 'I sha'n't ever forget to hope you will be good.' It was queer, but it made me feel kind of responsible to you. I thought of you down here in your garden, and—well, I don't know, Bina. I showed [120]that note to my wife, and she said, 'Bina must be a dear.'"
Sabrina's eyes questioned him.
"Yes," he said frankly75. "She's a dear, too—only different. It's been all right, Bina."
"Ain't that good!" she whispered happily. "I'm glad."
He had pulled out his watch, and at that moment Richmond's voice sounded clearer, as the two out there in the garden came to summon him.
"By George!" said Greenleaf Gilman, "I've got to go."
He rose, and took her hand. He stood there for a moment, holding it, and they looked at each other in a faithful trust.
"You take some southernwood," counseled Sabrina, and he laid her hand gently down, to select his posy.
"I wish your wife could have some," Sabrina went on, in a wistful eagerness, "I don't seem to have a thing to send her."
"I'll tell her all about it," said her friend. "I'll tell her you're a dear still, only more so. She'll understand. Good-by, Bina."
When his carriage had left the gate, and Clelia came in with that last look of her lover still mirrored in her eyes, Sabrina lay there floating in her sea of happiness.
[121]"Why, dear," said the girl, drawing the sheet down from the hidden finery. "You cold?"
"I guess not," said Sabrina, smiling up at her.
"Did you keep that pretty lace all covered up? What made you, Sabrina?"
"I don't know 's I could tell exactly," said Sabrina, in her gentle voice. "Now, dear, I'm goin' to get this off an' have my clo'es. I'm better."
"You do feel better, don't you?" assented76 Clelia joyously77, helping78 her.
That night they supped together at the table, and when the dusk had fallen and Sabrina sat by the window breathing in the evening cool, she said shyly, like a bride:—
"Don't you see, dear, sometimes we put off grief an' we don't need to have it after all."
"I see about me," said the girl tenderly, "but I don't see as anything pleasant has happened to you."
"Why," said Sabrina, in a voice so full and sweet that for the moment it seemed not to be her own hesitating note, "I've had more happiness than most folks have in their whole life. I've had all there is."
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| adj.顽固的，倔强的，不易屈服的，较难治愈的 | |
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foe
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enchanted
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| adj. 被施魔法的，陶醉的，入迷的 动词enchant的过去式和过去分词 | |
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delectable
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| adj.使人愉快的；美味的 | |
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incense
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| v.激怒；n.香，焚香时的烟，香气 | |
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vexed
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| adj.争论不休的；（指问题等）棘手的；争论不休的问题；烦恼的v.使烦恼( vex的过去式和过去分词 )；使苦恼；使生气；详细讨论 | |
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lashes
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| n.鞭挞( lash的名词复数 )；鞭子；突然猛烈的一击；急速挥动v.鞭打( lash的第三人称单数 )；煽动；紧系；怒斥 | |
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prying
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| adj.爱打听的v.打听，刺探（他人的私事）( pry的现在分词 )；撬开 | |
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dwelling
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| n.住宅，住所，寓所 | |
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mellow
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| adj.柔和的；熟透的；v.变柔和；(使)成熟 | |
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scents
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| n.香水( scent的名词复数 )；气味；（动物的）臭迹；（尤指狗的）嗅觉 | |
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fragrance
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| n.芬芳，香味，香气 | |
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sinuous
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| adj.蜿蜒的，迂回的 | |
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concession
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| n.让步，妥协；特许(权) | |
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marvel
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| vi.(at)惊叹vt.感到惊异；n.令人惊异的事 | |
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muffled
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sitting-room
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| n.（BrE）客厅，起居室 | |
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repose
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| v.(使)休息；n.安息 | |
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spoke
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| n.（车轮的）辐条；轮辐；破坏某人的计划；阻挠某人的行动 v.讲，谈（speak的过去式）；说；演说；从某种观点来说 | |
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sobs
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| 啜泣（声），呜咽（声）( sob的名词复数 ) | |
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rhythmic
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soothing
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| adj.慰藉的；使人宽心的；镇静的 | |
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tempestuous
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| adj.狂暴的 | |
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trifling
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| adj.微不足道的；没什么价值的 | |
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irrelevance
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| n.无关紧要；不相关；不相关的事物 | |
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jaw
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| n.颚，颌，说教，流言蜚语；v.喋喋不休，教训 | |
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lamented
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| adj.被哀悼的，令人遗憾的v.（为…）哀悼，痛哭，悲伤( lament的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
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gush
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| v.喷，涌；滔滔不绝(说话)；n.喷，涌流；迸发 | |
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eyelids
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| n.眼睑( eyelid的名词复数 )；眼睛也不眨一下；不露声色；面不改色 | |
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acquiescence
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| n.默许；顺从 | |
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intimacy
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| n.熟悉，亲密，密切关系，亲昵的言行 | |
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conclusively
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| adv.令人信服地，确凿地 | |
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withdrawn
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| vt.收回；使退出；vi.撤退，退出 | |
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prim
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| adj.拘泥形式的，一本正经的；n.循规蹈矩，整洁；adv.循规蹈矩地，整洁地 | |
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confession
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| n.自白，供认，承认 | |
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awe
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| n.敬畏，惊惧；vt.使敬畏，使惊惧 | |
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humble
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| adj.谦卑的，恭顺的；地位低下的；v.降低，贬低 | |
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paralysis
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| n.麻痹(症)；瘫痪(症) | |
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savor
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| vt.品尝，欣赏；n.味道，风味；情趣，趣味 | |
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softened
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| （使）变软( soften的过去式和过去分词 )； 缓解打击； 缓和； 安慰 | |
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exquisitely
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| adv.精致地；强烈地；剧烈地；异常地 | |
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conformity
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| n.一致，遵从，顺从 | |
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bent
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| n.爱好，癖好；adj.弯的；决心的，一心的 | |
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fragrant
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| adj.芬香的，馥郁的，愉快的 | |
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feverish
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| adj.发烧的，狂热的，兴奋的 | |
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briefly
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| adv.简单地，简短地 | |
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recurrence
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| n.复发，反复，重现 | |
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intensity
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| n.强烈，剧烈；强度；烈度 | |
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humbly
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| adv. 恭顺地，谦卑地 | |
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twilight
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| n.暮光，黄昏；暮年，晚期，衰落时期 | |
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eyebrows
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| 眉毛( eyebrow的名词复数 ) | |
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ashen
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blurted
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soothingly
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imperative
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entreaties
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quail
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| n.鹌鹑；vi.畏惧，颤抖 | |
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junction
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dilated
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shimmering
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chamber
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| n.房间，寝室；会议厅；议院；会所 | |
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daze
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bruised
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| [医]青肿的，瘀紫的 | |
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appraised
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jovially
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friendliness
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homely
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solicitously
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| v.收集并（通常）贮藏（某物），取得，获得( garner的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
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musingly
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mien
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frankly
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assented
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joyously
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| ad.快乐地, 高兴地 | |
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helping
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| n.食物的一份&adj.帮助人的，辅助的 | |
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