He longed to comfort her in his arms, and
the memory of the quarrel of yesterday and even of the kiss that led to
it seemed to increase rather than diminish this longing.
Rising from his untasted breakfast, he hurriedly swallowed a cup of
coffee and took up his hat.
"I am going to see Molly, mother; would you like to send a message?"
Blossom, who was gazing out of the window with her eyes full of dreams,
turned at his words.
"Give her my love, Abel," she said.
"Tell her he was a good man and had fewer sins to his account than most
of us," added Sarah.
"Did you know, Abel, that old Mr. Jonathan left her ten thousand dollars
a year as long as she lives with the Gays?" asked Blossom, coming over
to where he stood.
He stared at her in amazement. "Where on earth did you hear that?" he
asked.
A flush reddened her face.
"Somebody told me. I forget just who it was," she replied.
"When did it happen? How long have you known it?"
But she was on her guard now, wrapped in that soft, pale reticence which
was the spiritual aspect of her beauty.
"It may have been only one of the darkies' stories.
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