Will you go, teacher?"
"Yes," said I, with a vague sense of having caught a glimpse of a
hitherto unknown world; "I will go."
George Olver came forward, gave my hand a firm grasp, and then turned
resolutely and walked out.
Left to myself and my own thoughts, I dreaded more and more the
concession there would seem to be in my seeking Rebecca now, for the poor
girl could hardly be expected, I thought, to appreciate the magnanimity
of such an act.
I deferred going to see her until evening, and even thought of writing a
letter instead of going at all, signifying my willingness to take her
back into my favor, in a limited sort of way, and reinforcing her with a
share of that counsel and advice which she must have missed so sadly of
late; but I was conscious of the fact that I should not thus be keeping
my promise to George Olver.
After supper, the singers came in and wailed some peculiarly touching
songs about rescuing the fallen and the erring. As Grandma Keeler was
preparing to go on an errand of mercy down the lane, I joined her, and
stopped at Bede Weir's door.
Aunt Patty, Rebecca's mother, appeared in answer to my knock. Her glances
had fallen rather reproachfully on me, of late.
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