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The Country of the Pointed Firs
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Sarah Orne Jewett
14
I
sighed,
and
turned
to
the
half-written
page
again.
V.
Captain
Littlepage
IT
WAS
A
long
time
after
this;
an
hour
was
very
long
in
that
coast
town
where
nothing
stole
away
the
shortest
minute.
I
had
lost
myself
completely
in
work,
when
I
heard
footsteps
outside.
There
was
a
steep
footpath
between
the
upper
and
the
lower
road,
which
I
climbed
to
shorten
the
way,
as
the
children
had
taught
me,
but
I
believed
that
Mrs.
Todd
would
find
it
inaccessible,
unless
she
had
occasion
to
seek
me
in
great
haste.
I
wrote
on,
feeling
like
a
besieged
miser
of
time,
while
the
footsteps
came
nearer,
and
the
sheep-bell
tinkled
away
in
haste
as
if
someone
had
shaken
a
stick
in
its
wearer's
face.
Then
I
looked,
and
saw
Captain
Littlepage
passing
the
nearest
window;
the
next
moment
he
tapped
politely
at
the
door.
“Come
in,
sir,”
I
said,
rising
to
meet
him;
and
he
entered,
bowing
with
much
courtesy.
I
stepped
down
from
the
desk
and
offered
him
a
chair
by
the
window,
where
he
seated
himself
at
once,
being
sadly
spent
by
his
climb.
I
returned
to
my
fixed
seat
behind
the
teacher's
desk,
which
gave
him
the
lower
place
of
a
scholar.
“You
ought
to
have
the
place
of
honor,
Captain
Littlepage,”
I
said.
“A
happy,
rural
seat
of
various
views,”
he
quoted,
as
he
gazed
out
into
the
sunshine
and
up
the
long
wooded
shore.
Then
he
glanced
at
me,
and
looked
all
about
him
as
pleased
as
a
child.
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