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"But stop, hear me out, my dear girl! I was about to say you might come

to my store and get whatever you want, at any time, without payment, if

you will let me drop in and see you sometimes of evenings," whispered

the dealer.

"Sir!" said Hannah, looking up in innocent perplexity.

The man repeated his proposal with a look that taught even Hannah's

simplicity that she had received the deepest insult a woman could

suffer. Hannah was a rude, honest, high-spirited old maid. And she

immediately obeyed her natural impulses, which were to raise her strong

hands and soundly box the villain's ears right and left, until he saw

more stars in the firmament than had ever been created. And before he

could recover from the shock of the assault she picked up her basket and

strode from the shop. Indignation lent her strength and speed, and she

walked home in double-quick time. But once in the shelter of her own hut

she sat down, threw her apron over her head, and burst into passionate

tears and sobs, crying: "It's all along of poor Nora and that child, as I'm thought ill on by

the women and insulted by the men! Yes, it is, you miserable little

wretch!" she added, speaking to the baby, who had opened his big eyes to

see the cause of the uproar. "It's all on her account and yourn, as I'm

treated so! Why do you keep on living, you poor little shrimp? Why don't

you die? Why can't both of us die? Many people die who want to live! Why

should we live who want to die? Tell me that, little miserable!" But the

baby defiantly sucked his thumb, as if it held the elixir of life, and

looked indestructible vitality from his great, bright eyes.

Hannah never ventured to ask another favor from mortal man, except the

very few in whom she could place entire confidence, such as the pastor

of the parish, the Professor of Odd Jobs, and old Jovial. Especially she

shunned Nutt's shop as she would have shunned a pesthouse; although this

course obliged her to go two miles farther to another village to procure

necessaries whenever she had money to pay for them.

Nutt, on his part, did not think it prudent to prosecute Hannah for

assault. But he did a base thing more fatal to her reputation. He told

his wife how that worthless creature, whose sister turned out so badly,

had come running after him, wanting to get goods from his shop, and

teasing him to come to see her; but that he had promptly ordered her out

of the shop and threatened her with a constable if ever she dared to

show her face there again.