The Mormon Prophet by Lily Dougall
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and didn't know anything. I thought you'd be interested to hear about
them, Ephraim." "I should have thought you'd had too much self-respect to allow him to talk to you like that. Of course he was trying to work on your feelings." "No, he wasn't, Ephraim. You are quite as unjust as my aunt to-day. He wasn't trying to work on my feelings. He was just--well, he was sorry that my frock got so wet, and he just happened to say the other thing. I am sure--" Her conviction concerning the naturalness of Smith's conduct and the Quaker's sincerity had arisen in the presence of each, and was not now to be ascribed to any particular word or action which she could remember and repeat. "Oh, he was sorry your frock was splashed, was he? And the other fellow they call Halsey, was he concerned about that too?" "Who told you that his name was Halsey?" The interest of her tone was unmistakable. "That is his name, and he must be a degraded fellow to take up with Smith." She saw that Ephraim's clothes were very wet; he must have walked far. She attributed his exhausted look entirely to fatigue, and his ill-temper to the same cause. "Mr. Halsey seemed quite good and in earnest, like the people that come to see Mr. Finney when he stays here, |
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