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Stratton-Porter, Gene, 1863-1924

"A Daughter of the Land"

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"'Disgraced?'" he cried, his colour rising. "Well, what's the
matter with me?"
"Not the things they said, I fervently hope."
"Well, they have some assurance to come out here and talk about
me, and you've got as much to listen, and then come and tell me
about it," he cried.
"It was over in a minute," said Kate. "I'd no idea what they were
going to say. They said it, and went. Oh, I can't spare Nancy
Ellen, she's all I had!"
Kate sank down on the step and covered her face. George took one
long look at her, arose, and walked out of hearing. He went into
the garden and watched from behind a honeysuckle bush until he saw
her finally lift her head and wipe her eyes; then he sauntered
back, and sat down on the step beside her.
"That's right," he said. "Cry it out, and get it over. It was
pretty mean of them to come out here and insult you, and tell any
lie they could think up, and then drive away and leave you; but
don't mind, they'll soon get over it. Nobody ever keeps up a fuss
over a wedding long."
"Nancy Ellen never told a lie in her life," said Kate.


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