But then Jem Richards never would marry a girl, he said that
very often, when he was in this kind of trouble, and now he did not
see any way he could get out of his trouble. But Melanctha ought to
wear his ring, sure she knew he never had loved any kind of woman like
he loved her. Melanctha would wear the ring a little while, and then
they would have some more trouble, and then she would say to him, no
she certainly never would any more wear anything he gave her, and then
she would wear it on the string so nobody could see it but she could
always feel it on her.
Poor Melanctha, surely her love had made her mad and foolish.
And now Melanctha needed always more and more to be with Rose Johnson,
and Rose had commenced again to advise her, but Rose could not help
her. There was no way now that anybody could advise her. The time when
Melanctha could have changed it with Jem Richards was now all past
for her. Rose knew it, and Melanctha too, she knew it, and it almost
killed her to let herself believe it.
The only comfort Melanctha ever had now was waiting on Rose till
she was so tired she could hardly stand it. Always Melanctha did
everything Rose ever wanted. Sam Johnson began now to be very gentle
and a little tender to Melanctha. She was so good to Rose and Sam was
so glad to have her there to help Rose and to do things and to be a
comfort to her.
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