Floss the rains had been continuous,Pierre Pilote Tröjor, and the completion of the harvest had been arrested. And now, for the last two days, the rains on this lower course of the river had been incessant,Graham Knott Tröjor, so that the old men had shaken their heads and talked of sixty years ago,Vincent Lecavalier Tröjor, when the same sort of weather, happening about the equinox, brought on the great floods, which swept the bridge away, and reduced the town to great misery. But the younger generation, who had seen several small floods, thought lightly of these sombre recollections and forebodings; and Bob Jakin,Zack Kassian Tröjor, naturally prone to take a hopeful view of his own luck, laughed at his mother when she regretted their having taken a house by the riverside, observing that but for that they would have had no boats, which were the most lucky of possessions in case of a flood that obliged them to go to a distance for food.
But the careless and the fearful were alike sleeping in their beds now. There was hope that the rain would abate by the morrow; threatenings of a worse kind, from sudden thaws after falls of snow, had often passed off,Kvinnor Shoes, in the experience of the younger ones; and at the very worst, the banks would be sure to break lower down the river when the tide came in with violence, and so the waters would be carried off,Dylan Larkin Tröjor, without causing more than temporary inconvenience, and losses that would be felt only by the poorer sort, whom charity would relieve.
All were in their beds now, for it was past midnight; all except some solitary watchers such as Maggie. She was seated in her little parlor toward the river,Ryan Smyth Tröjor, with one candle,Marek Mazanec Tröjor, that left everything dim in the room except a letter which lay before her on the table. That letter, which had come to her to-day,Radek Faksa Tröjor, was one of the causes that had kept her up far on into the night, unconscious how the hours were going,Chris Terry Tröjor, careless of seeking rest,Tyson Jost Tröjor, with no image of rest coming across her mind, except of that far,Maurice Richard Tröjor, far off rest from which there would be no more waking for her into this struggling earthly life.
Two days before Maggie received that letter, she had been to the Rectory for the last time. The heavy rain would have prevented her from going since; but there was another reason. Dr. Kenn, at first enlightened only by a few hints as to the new turn which gossip and slander had taken in relation to Maggie, had recently been made more fully aware of it by an earnest remonstrance from one of his male parishioners against the indiscretion of persisting in the attempt to overcome the prevalent feeling in the parish by a course of resistance. Dr. Kenn, having a conscience void of offence in the matter, was still inclined to persevere — was still averse to give way before a public sentiment that was odious and contemptible; but he was finally wrought upon by the consideration of the peculiar responsibility attached to his office, of avoiding the appearance of evil — an “appearance” that is always dependent on the average quality of surrounding minds. Where these minds are low and gross, the area of that “appearance” is proportionat
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