[The Miller Of Old Church by Ellen Glasgow]@TWC D-Link bookThe Miller Of Old Church CHAPTER XXI 10/17
He liked her evident indifference to his opinion of her, and he liked, too, her listless silence, when she sat, with clasped hands, gazing straight ahead through the shadowy colonnade of the woods.
Not once had her troubled look wandered from the moist dead leaves on the ground, to the misty edges of the forest, where small wild flowers thronged in a pale procession of pipsissewa, ladies' tresses, and Enchanter's nightshade. "Did you know that the Gays are in Europe ?" asked Judy turning her eyes on his face for the first time. His heart gave a throb and was quiet. "No, I hadn't heard it," he replied in an arid voice. "They say it's more than likely Molly will marry Mr.Jonathan.
He's waitin' on her." Reaching for the whip, Abel touched the mare lightly on her glossy flank.
After that single pang his suffering had left him--for six weeks of sleepless nights and tormented days had exhausted his endurance and reduced him to a condition of emotional lassitude.
In his brief reaction from spiritual revolt into a state of apathetic submission, he approached his mother's permanent austerity of mind as closely as he was ever likely to do in the whole of his experience.
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