"My chickens are hatched, or, at least, nearly so," replied Shotbolt, with
increased merriment. The elusive Jane tapped
her on the shoulder after class. She heard this
standard expression of a strong soul wrung with a critical coldness that
astonished herself. She watched the people and hummed softly to herself. Lucia, you will come to love me and all the
blessings of the Lord that marriage brings. I should have thought my note cleared up
everything. White caught her eye, and smiled benignly down the
table. “But—your people!” she gasped. ‘You would like? And do you imagine that I will tell
you?’
‘Won’t you?’
‘No, a thousand times. He's
a model of conjugal attachment and fidelity, a pattern to his family, and an
example to his neighbours. I have neither father, mother,
brother, sister, nor husband—I have only him.
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