human
Then why do you let him think you love him? Blair was insisting, in a violent whisper,
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Come! I must have you,--God, I _must!_ And Hate, black-browed, shaking from head to foot, with dreadful set stare, and hands clenched and trembling; hands that reached for a dagger to thrust, and thrust again! Hands reaching out and finding the dagger in that one, hot, whispered word:
human
Come. Yes; that would
gpt
When?
human
Now.
gpt
She hasn't come home yet from Nannie's, Miss White told him;
human
I thought she would be here immejetly after breakfast. I can't imagine what keeps her, though I suppose they have a great deal to talk over!
gpt
Well, she'll have to wait for her good news, Mr. Ferguson said; and handed a telegram to Miss White.
human
Despatch from David. He's bringing a patient across the mountains to-night; says he'll turn up here for breakfast. He'll have to go back on the ten-o'clock train, though.
gpt
I guess he just had to come and talk the arrangements over with her!
human
What arrangements? Mr. Ferguson asked, vaguely; when reminded by Miss White, he looked a little startled.
gpt
Oh, to be sure; I had forgotten.
human
Well, I suppose I shall have to say 'yes.' I think I'll go East myself next week!
gpt
Elizabeth got a letter from him yesterday, she said, beaming;
human
Willing? I guess it's a case of 'he had to be resigned!' said Robert Ferguson--thinking of that trip East, he was positively gay. But Cherry-pie's romance lapsed into household concerns:
gpt
We must have something the boy likes for breakfast.
human
Looking at Elizabeth will be all the breakfast he wants, Elizabeth's uncle said, with his meager chuckle.
gpt
David's as big a donkey as any of 'em, though he hasn't the gift of gab on the subject.
human
Why! she is sending word that she's going to stay all night _again_ with Nannie, Miss White thought, really disturbed. If such a thing had been possible, Cherry-pie would have been vexed with her beloved
gpt
for after all, Elizabeth really ought to be at home attending to things! Miss White herself had spent every minute since the wonderful news had been flung at her, in attending to things. She had made a list of the people who must be invited to the wedding, she had inspected the china-closet, she had calculated how many teaspoons would be needed,--
human
Better borrow some forks from Nannie, too, she said, beginning, like every good housekeeper, to look careworn.
gpt
There's so much to be done! said Cherry-pie, excitedly. Yet this scatter-brain girl evidently meant to stay away from home still another night.
human
Well, she can't, that's all there is to it! Miss White said, decidedly;
gpt
What? _What_? Not with you last night? Nannie! She must have been. She told me she was going--
human
Send for her uncle! the poor lady stammered.
gpt
Send--send. Oh, what has happened to my child? Then she remembered the letter addressed to Mr. Ferguson, lying on the table beside David's telegram.
human
Perhaps that will say where she is. Oh, tell him to _hurry!_