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Identifier: rjsmothersomeoth00dela (find matches)
Title: R.J.'s mother : and some other people
Year: 1908 (1900s)
Authors: Deland, Margaret Wade Campbell, 1857-1945
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Publisher: New York London : Harper & Brothers
Contributing Library: Boston Public Library
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. Miss Blake put the velvet case down andlooked at him, her heavy black brows loweringwith suspicion. Nathaniel, I am the lastperson to be curious; but—for your own sake,it isnt, oh—Nathaniel, it isnt for that per-son r If you mean for my friend, Mrs. Holmes,it is, he said. They stood looking at each other in silence,each afraid to drop the curb of, self - control.Then Frances Blake said: Nathaniel, I shouldnot be doing my duty if I did not say that thisis very unwise. You might arouse hopes. Yes;when Providence removed that poor young manto (I hope) heaven, it kept you from faithless-ness to our dear Nettie, and saved you from amarriage which would have been, I am sure,unhappy. When your interest in her sonceased she could have no claim upon you. Butif you now encourage her by a gift— You encourage me, said Nathaniel Rob-erts, to mind my own business. Miss Frances Blake took her departure.When your brother-in-law talks about mind-ing his own busness, there is nothing else to 60
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I MUST HAVE SOMETHING TO TAKE CARE OF, HE SAID R. J.S MOTHER do. . . . Nathaniel was never asked to dinneragain. That very night he took the Eastern express.He was going to mind his own business. I want you for my own sake, he said,brokenly, and put her hand to his lips. No, she said, not me. You dont wantme, Mr. Roberts. You, and only you, he told her, almostangrily; dont—dont say things like that, heentreated her. She stroked his shoulder with her freehand, and smiled; but there were tears in hereyes. Mr. Roberts, dont you see ? Imnot your kind. Im just — Im just R, J.smother. You are the kind I want, he said; I didntknow it when I asked you. I thought I wantedsomething else. But it was you, all the time.I want something to take care of. Oh, youdont know how lonely I am! I must havesomething to take care of. Say yes, R. J.smother. Mr. Roberts, she began, and stopped andcovered her eyes for a moment; he saw thatshe held her lip hard between her teeth— Mr. 6i R. J/S MOTHER Rober

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