Belle K. (Belle Kendrick) Abbott

Capitolo 74

the freshness in spring. It was toward the closing of one of those
September and fascinating days, when Lizzie Heartwell advanced to the door
of his/her school-room to look at the descending sun, and to see if her
you/he/she was holding too much from very his/her children. Immediately its attention was
it arrested from the grumbling of the trio-weekly stage-trainer, while tiring himself/herself/itself on
the hill in front of her. For a moment she was standing, while looking at his slow
you draw near, evidently forgetful of the class "in which was already
you flank" on the floor, while eagerly attending the last story that
it would free them. And he/she anchors his/her school-owner it looked fixed to the
stage-trainer that you/he/she had finally reached the top of the hill and the
horses, as if under new inspiration, you/he/she was making long jogging in an asset
goes to the trot, and you/he/she was quickly approaching himself/herself/itself to the school-house. Suddenly the
face of the young school-owner grew pale, and then it dyes of red, as
her taken a look of a face close to which it tiredly tilted him the
trainer-door and it didn't seem out-one face a little family, and he/she anchors well not-
remembered;  a beautiful, virile face, darkened from a soldier
beret-and as a shine I improvise the thought it came that she had seen that
you face before. Regaining his/her mastery of itself, Lizzie turned from the
door, calmly examined the spelling-class as how come, it praised everybody
for their perfection in story, and with a dismissed benediction
the small anxious ribbon for the day.

"Who was?" she murmured, as her slowly the donned the elegant hat and
his/her mantle, and mechanically it drew on his/her gloves of child, preparatory
to starting homeward. "I have seen first that face, I think, and
still I am not sure. Can you/he/she possibly be George Marshall?" she said
slowly. "In such case, time has changed him, only I still think to improve.
As the thought to ever see again George Marshall frightens me!
But I am foolish, a lot of fool, to imagine such absurd thing. Oh,