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“Wal, you see, the Gineral he sailed the next day; and Jeff he staid by to keep watch o’ things.

“Wal, the old Gineral he got over safe; for Miss Sullivan, she had a letter from him all right. When he got away, his conscience sort o’ nagged him, and he was minded to be a good husband. At any rate, he wrote a good loving letter to her, and sent his love to Ruth, and sent over lots o’ little keepsakes and things for her, and told her that he left her under good protection, and wanted her to try and make up her mind to marry Jeff, as that would keep the property together.

“Wal, now there couldn’t be no sort o’ sugar sweeter than Jeff was to them lone wimmen. Jeff was one o’ the sort that could be all things to all wimmen. He waited and he tended, and he was as humble as any snake in the grass that ever ye see and the old lady, she clean fell in with him, but Ruth, she seemed to have a regular spite agin him. And she that war as gentle as a lamb, that never had so much as a hard thought of a mortal critter, and wouldn’t tread on a worm, she was so set agin Jeff, that she wouldn’t so much as touch his hand when she got out o’ her kerridge.

“Wal, now comes the strange part o’ my story. Ruth was one o’ the kind that hes the gift o’ seein’. She was born with a veil over her face!”

This mysterious piece of physiological information about Ruth was given with a look and air that announced something very profound and awful; and we both took up the inquiry, “Born with a veil over her face? How should that make her see?”

“Wal, boys; how should I know? But the fact is so. There’s those as is wal known as hes the gift o’ seein’ what others can’t see: they can see through walls and houses; they can see people’s hearts; they can see what’s to come. They don’t know nothin’ how ’tis, but this ‘ere knowledge comes to ’em: it’s a gret gift; and that sort’s born with the veil over their faces. Ruth was o’ these ‘ere. Old Granny Badger she was the knowingest old nuss in all these parts; and she was with Ruth’s mother when she was born, and she told Lady Lothrop all about it. Says she, ‘You may depend upon it that child ‘ll have the “second-sight”‘ says she. Oh, that ‘are fact was wal known! Wal, that was the reason why Jeff Sullivan couldn’t come it round Ruth tho’ he was silkier than a milkweed-pod, and jest about as patient as a spider in his hole a watchin’ to get his grip on a fly. Ruth wouldn’t argue with him, and she wouldn’t flout him; but she jest shut herself up in herself, and kept a lookout on him; but she told your Aunt Lois jest what she thought about him.

“Wal, in about six months, come the news that the Gineral was dead. He dropped right down in his tracks, dead with apoplexy, as if he had been shot; and Lady Maxwell she writ a long letter to my lady and Ruth. Ye see, he’d got to be Sir Thomas Sullivan over there; and he was a comin’ home to take ’em all over to England to live in grande’r. Wal, my Lady Sullivan (she was then, ye see) she took it drefful hard. Ef they’d a been the lovingest couple in the world, she couldn’t a took it harder. Aunt Polly, she said it was all ’cause she thought so much of him, that she fit him so. There’s women that thinks so much o’ their husbands, that they won’t let ’em hev no peace o’ their life; and I expect it war so with her, poor soul! Any way, she went right down smack, when she heard he was dead. She was abed, sick, when the news come; and she never spoke nor smiled, jest turned her back to everybody, and kinder wilted and wilted, and was dead in a week. And there was poor little Ruth left all alone in the world, with neither kith nor kin but Jeff.