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| Blog Summary: Tom," she said. "Stop a minute, please." Tom stopped and came close to her. In the dim light she could see that his face was all aglow, like a child's, with delight and surprise. "Is that you, Annie?" he said. "Yes. I want to speak to you, please." "I have been here before, and I rang the bell three times. Then you were out, although your sisters thought not." "No, I was in the house." "You did not hear the bell?" "Yes, I heard it every time." "Then why --?" "Come into the house with me and I will tell you; at least I will tell you all I can." Annie led the way and the young man followed. He stood in the dark entry while Annie lit the parlor lamp. The room was on the farther side of the house from the parsonage. "Come in and sit down," said Annie. Then the young man stepped into a room which was pretty in spite of itself. There was an old Brussels carpet with an enormous rose pattern. The haircloth fur-niture gave out gleams like black diamonds under the light of the lamp. In a corner stood a what-not piled with branches of white coral and shells. Annie's grandfather had been a sea-captain, and many of his spoils were in the house. Possibly Annie's own occupation of it was due to an adventurous strain inherited from him. Perhaps the same impulse which led him to voyage to foreign shores had led her to voyage across a green yard to the next house. Tom Reed sat down on the sofa. Annie sat in a rocking-chair near by. At her side was a Chinese teapoy, a nest of lacquer tables, and on it stood a small, squat idol. Annie's grandmother had been taken to task by her son-in-law, the Reverend Silas, for harboring a heathen idol, but she had only laughed, "Guess as long as I don't keep heathen to bow down before him, he can't do much harm," she had said. Now the grotesque face of the thing seemed to stare at the two Occidental lovers with the strange, calm sarcasm of the Orient, but they had no eyes or thought for it. "Why didn't you come to the door if you heard the bell ring?" asked Tom Reed, gazing at Annie, slender as a blade of grass in her clinging green gown. "Because I was not able to break my will then. I had to break it to go out in the yard and ask you to come in, but when the bell rang I hadn't got to the point where I could break it." |