[Grimne] Orrowful silence, with Ann clinging to him,

[Roufs]

 but fine as she was, and adopted daughter though she was, Ann did not
omit her thrifty ways for once. This identical morning Mrs. Polly and
she carried their best shoes under their arms, and wore their old ones,
till within a short distance from the meeting-house. Then the old shoes
were tucked away under a stone wall for safety, and the best ones put
on. Stone walls, very likely, sheltered a good many well-worn little
shoes, of a Puritan Sabbath, that their prudent owners might appear in
the House of God trimly shod. Ah! these beautiful, new peaked-toed,
high-heeled shoes of Ann's--what would she have said to walking in them
_all_ the way to meeting! If that Sunday was an eventful one to Ann
Wales, so was the week following. The next Tuesday, right after dinner,
she was up in a little unfinished chamber over the kitchen, where they
did such work when the weather permitted, carding wool. All at once, she
heard voices down below. They had a strange inflection, which gave her
warning at once. She dropped her work and listened: "What _is_ the
matter?" thought she. Then there was a heavy tramp on the stairs, and
Captain Abraham French stood in the door, his stern weather-beaten face
white and set. Mrs. Polly followed him, looking very pale and exci
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