[Devil’s Ford by Bret Harte]@TWC D-Link bookDevil’s Ford CHAPTER VI 3/24
HE doesn't kiss my hand like anything," she added, as if in abstract reflection. "Nor run away, either," suggested the trodden worm, turning. There was an ominous silence. "Do you know we are nearly out of coffee ?" said Jessie choking, but moving towards the door with Spartan-like calmness. "Yes.
And something must be done this very day about the washing," said Christie, with suppressed emotion, going towards the opposite entrance. Tears stood in each other's eyes with this terrible exchange of domestic confidences.
Nevertheless, after a moment's pause, they deliberately turned again, and, facing each other with frightful calmness, left the room by purposeless and deliberate exits other than those they had contemplated--a crushing abnegation of self, that, to some extent, relieved their surcharged feelings. Meantime the material prosperity of Devil's Ford increased, if a prosperity based upon no visible foundation but the confidences and hopes of its inhabitants could be called material.
Few, if any, stopped to consider that the improvements, buildings, and business were simply the outlay of capital brought from elsewhere, and as yet the settlement or town, as it was now called, had neither produced nor exported capital of itself equal to half the amount expended.
It was true that some land was cultivated on the further slope, some mills erected and lumber furnished from the inexhaustible forest; but the consumers were the inhabitants themselves, who paid for their produce in borrowed capital or unlimited credit.
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