"
"Well, it won't do any harm. The country needs it. I'm glad to hear, by
the way, that you are going into politics. You're a capital speaker. I
heard you last summer at Piping Tree."
He rode on, and Abel forgot the meeting until, on his way back from the
meadow, he ran against Blossom, who was coming rather wildly from the
direction in which Jonathan had vanished.
"What has upset you so, Blossom? You are like a ghost. Did you meet Mr.
Jonathan?"
"No, why should I meet Mr. Jonathan? What do you mean?"
Without replying she turned from him and ran into the house, while
following her more soberly, he asked himself carelessly what could have
happened to disturb her. "I wonder if she is frettin' about the rector?"
he thought, and his utter inability to understand, or even to recognize
the contradictions in the nature of women oppressed his mind. "First,
she wanted Mr. Mullen and he didn't want her, then he wanted her and she
didn't want him, and now when he's evidently left off caring again, she
appears to be grievin' herself sick about him. I wonder if it's always
like that--everybody wanting the person that wants somebody else? And
yet I know I loved Molly a hundred times more, if that were possible,
when I believed she cared for me.
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