His curiosity, his literary instincts, had been submerged by the recurring thought of the fool he had made of himself. “I regret that you should ever have proposed it,” he went on. ‘You were supposed to be nursing him,’ Martha grumbled, ‘and helping him convalesce. "You are free," said he, "that grating forms a ladder, by which you may descend in safety. But now that this bar is removed, I trust I may, without impropriety, urge it. I am on my way to an aunt who lives in Hartford, Connecticut. She addressed Capes as though she spoke to him alone. “Oh, Lord!” she said, discovering what she was up to, and dropped lightly from the fence upon the turf and went on her way toward the crest. “Look after her! Why not? But you have done it all your life. . She made no answer, and for a time he debated some problems with himself. No more. A white house that she often found charming loomed gray and ashen, its gardens shorn for the coming winter. After a while, he raised his eyes; and, if their glance could have been witnessed at the moment, it could not have been easily forgotten.
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