The Awakening of Helena Richie by Margaret Wade Campbell Deland
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CHAPTER XII "I think," said Dr. Lavendar, as he and Goliath came plodding into Old Chester in the May dusk, "I think I'll go and see Willy. He'll tell me how much Sam's love-making amounts to." His mind was on the matter to such an extent that he hardly heard Mary's anxious scolding because he looked tired, but his preoccupation lifted at supper, in the consciousness of how lonely he was without David. He really wanted to get out of the house and leave the loneliness behind him. So after tea he put on his broad-brimmed felt hat and tied a blue muffler around his throat--Dr. Lavendar felt the cold a good deal; he said it was because the seasons were changing-- and walked wearily over to Dr. King's house. That talk with Benjamin Wright had told on him. "Well," he said, as the doctor's wife opened the door, "how are you, Martha?" "Very tired," said Mrs. King. "And dear me, Dr. Lavendar, you look tired yourself. You're too old to do so much, sir. Come in and sit down." "I'll sit down," said Dr. Lavendar, dropping into a chair in the parlor; "but don't flatter yourself, Martha, that you'll ever be as |
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