Ray Plote was most certainly feeling restless, what if
he had left the house for the evening? She needed to eat. But there was, it insisted, no mobility in his face, no
movement, nothing about him that warmed. ‘That is my mother. She never knew what became of
her farmer after that. She asked
the inevitable question, the one she knew Michelle was
waiting to field like a quarterback anticipating the pass. Ah!
I have it," he added, after a moment's deliberation; "he's there, I'll be sworn. She did not open
the Bible but laid it on the edge of the bed, knelt and rested her forehead upon
the worn leather cover. I once might have married you for your beauty,—now I marry you
for your wealth. He still wore his
hat, to show that the days of miracles and Christ being civil to sinners are over
forever.
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