Ezekiel Pettengill's house."
"I hope you and 'Zekiel will be good friends," said Huldy, with a grave
look on her face.
"I trust we may become so," remarked Quincy. "I am afraid we are not
now, and I am still more afraid it is my fault that we are not on the
best of terms."
Huldy turned her face towards him, a red flush coloring her cheeks and
brow. "No," she said, with vehemence, "it was my fault, and you know it,
Mr. Sawyer. How you must hate me for having caused you so much trouble."
She gave a convulsive sob and burst into a flood of tears.
Quincy was on the point of assuring Huldy that he could never hate her
and that they would always be good friends, but he had no opportunity to
frame the words.
As Huldy sobbed and began to cry, the nurse jumped to her feet, dropped
her book on the floor, and came quickly to the bedside. She said
nothing, but the look upon her face convinced Quincy that he must wait
for a more auspicious moment to declare his friendly sentiment. So with
a "Good-by, Miss Mason, I'll call again soon," he quitted the apartment
and left the victim to the ministrations of the nurse.
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