"
Quincy had been greatly interested in Lindy's story, and that feeling of
sympathy for the unhappy and suffering that always shows itself in a
true gentleman rose strongly in his breast.
"Miss Putnam," said he, "I have wronged you both in thought and action,
but I never suspected what you have told me. Will you forgive me and
allow me to be your friend? I will try to atone in the future for my
misdoings in the past."
He extended his hand, and Lindy laid hers in his.
"I care not for the past," said she. "I will forget that. I have also to
ask for forgiveness. I, too, have said and done many things which I
would not have said or done, but for womanly spite and vanity. You see
my excuse is not so good as yours," said she, as she smiled through her
tears.
"In what way can I serve you?" asked Quincy. "Why do you not go to
Boston and live? I could introduce you to many pleasant families."
"What!" cried Lindy. "Me, a waif and a stray! You are too kind-hearted,
Mr. Sawyer. I shall not leave the woman every one but you thinks to be
my mother. When she is dead I shall leave Eastborough never to return.
Pages:
261
262
263
264
265
266
267
268
269
270
271
272
273
274
275
276
277
278
279
280
281
282
283
284
285