Yes, I will go to see your mother."
Susie also watched him as he strode away. He thought he could
continue on steadfastly without looking back, but when the road
turned he also turned, fairly tugged right about by his loyal
heart. She stood where he had left her, and promptly waved her
hand. He doffed his cap, and remained a moment in an attitude that
appeared to her reverential, then passed out of view.
The moments lapsed, and still she stood in the gateway, looking
down the vacant road as if dazed. Was it in truth awkward, bashful
Zeb Jarvis who had just left her? He seemed a new and distinct
being in contrast to the youth whom she had smiled at and in a
measure scoffed at. The little Puritan maiden was not a reasoner,
but a creature of impressions and swift intuitions. Zeb had not
set his teeth, faced his hard duty, and toiled that long summer in
vain. He had developed a manhood and a force which in one brief
moment had enabled him to compel her recognition.
"He will face anything," she murmured. "He's afraid of only God
and me; what a strange thing to say--afraid of me next to God!
Sounds kind of wicked.
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