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"It makes the difference, Amata," said Sylvie, with a brightgentleness, and touching her mother's pretty hair with a tenderfinger, "that I shall be a great deal happier and better to knowsuch girls; people we have got to live amongst, and ought to live alittle like. You can't think how pleasant it was to talk with them.All my life it has seemed as if I never really got hold of people."
Mr. Kincaid went into the city, and round to Pilgrim Street, andfound her; and now, in this November when every machine girl inBoston was thrown back upon her savings, or her friends, or thepublic contribution, she was tucking up little short dresses forStephen, whom Rosamond, according to the family tradition, calledresolutely by his name, and whom she would, at five months old, putinto the freedom of frocks, "in which he could begin to feel himselfa little human being, and not a tadpole."
Rodney was not to "offer himself" to Sylvie Argenter till the twoyears were over; he was to let her have her life and its chances; hewas to prove himself, and show that he could earn and keep a littlemoney; he was to lay by two thousand dollars. This was what he hadundertaken to do. His father thought he had a right to demand thesetwo years, even extending beyond the term of legal freedom, tooffset the half-dozen of boyish, heedless extravagance, before heshould put money into his son's hands to begin responsible workwith, or consent approvingly to his making of what might be only ayouthful attraction, a tie to bind him solemnly and unalterably forlife.
As a rule, Pelle awoke happy, but now every morning when he woke he was weary of everything; it was to be that everlasting trudging round behind the bar. After a time doing this for about an hour used to make him fall into a state of half-sleep. The condition came of itself, and he longed for it before it came. It was a kind of vacuity, in which he wished for nothing and took no interest in anything, but only staggered along mechanically at the back of the bar. The machine buzzed unceasingly, and helped to maintain the condition; the dust kept pouring out at the window, and the time passed imperceptibly. Generally now dinner or evening surprised him, and sometimes it seemed to him that the horses had only just been harnessed when someone came out to help him in with them. He had arrived at the condition of torpor that is the only mercy that life vouchsafes to condemned prisoners and people who spend their lives beside a machine. But there was a sleepiness about him even in his free time; he was not so lively and eager to know about everything; Father Lasse missed his innumerable questions and little devices.
The bailiff had driven quickly off in the pony-carriage to fetch a doctor and to report what he had done in defence of his life. The women stood round the pump and gossiped, while the men and girls wandered about in confusion; there was no one to issue orders. But then the mistress came out on to the steps and looked at them for a little, and they all found something to do. Hers were piercing eyes! The old women shook themselves and went back to their work. It reminded them so pleasantly of old times, when the master of the Stone Farm of their youth rushed up with anger in his eyes when they were idling. 2b1af7f3a8
