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The Solitary Summer
·
Elizabeth Von Arnim
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The
servant
who
had
been
married
and
scolded
that
morning
was
a
groom,
aged
twenty,
and
he
had
met
his
little
wife,
she
being
then
seventeen,
in
the
place
he
was
in
before
he
came
to
us.
She
was
a
housemaid
there,
and
must
have
been
a
pretty
thing,
though
there
were
few
enough
traces
of
it,
except
the
beautiful
eyes,
in
the
little
anxious
face
that
I
saw
for
the
first
time
immediately
after
the
wedding,
and
just
before
the
weary
and
harassed
parson
came
in
to
talk
things
over.
I
had
never
heard
of
her
existence
until,
about
ten
days
previously,
the
groom
had
appeared,
bathed
in
tears,
speechlessly
holding
out
a
letter
from
her
in
which
she
said
she
could
not
bear
things
any
longer
and
was
going
to
kill
herself.
The
wretched
young
man
was
at
his
wit's
end,
for
he
had
not
yet
saved
enough
to
buy
any
furniture
and
set
up
housekeeping,
and
she
was
penniless
after
so
many
months
out
of
a
situation.
He
did
not
know
any
way
out
of
it,
he
had
no
suggestions
to
offer,
no
excuses
to
make,
and
just
stood
there
helplessly
and
sobbed.
I
went
to
the
Man
of
Wrath,
and
we
laid
our
heads
together.
"We
do
not
want
another
married
servant,"
he
said.
"No,
of
course
we
don't,"
said
I.
"And
there
is
not
a
room
empty
in
the
village."
"No,
not
one."
"And
how
can
we
give
him
furniture?
It
is
not
fair
to
the
other
servants
who
remain
virtuous,
and
wait
till
they
can
buy
their
own."
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