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Rh As the carriage neared her door she turned to her companion with extended hand. “Thank you so much, Mr. Amherst. I am glad you suggested that Mr. Truscomb should ﬁnd some work for Dillon about the office. But I must talk to you about this again— can you come in this evening?”

VII

MHERST could never afterward regain a detailed impression of the weeks that followed. They lived in his memory chieﬂy as exponents of the unforeseen, nothing he had looked for having come to pass in the way or at the time expected; while the whole movement of life was like the noon-day ﬂow of a river, in which the separate ripples of brightness are all merged in one blinding glitter. His recurring conferences with Mrs. Westmore formed, as it were, the small surprising kernel of fact about which sensations gathered and grew with the swift ripening of a magician's fruit. That she should remain on at Hanaford to look into the condition of the mills did not, in itself, seem surprising to Amherst; for his short phase of doubt had been succeeded by an abundant inﬂow of faith in her intentions. It satisﬁed his inner craving for harmony that her face and spirit should, after all, so corroborate and complete each other; that it needed no [ 108 ]