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The Country of the Pointed Firs
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Sarah Orne Jewett
8
She
stood
in
the
centre
of
a
braided
rug,
and
its
rings
of
black
and
gray
seemed
to
circle
about
her
feet
in
the
dim
light.
Her
height
and
massiveness
in
the
low
room
gave
her
the
look
of
a
huge
sibyl,
while
the
strange
fragrance
of
the
mysterious
herb
blew
in
from
the
little
garden.
III.
The
Schoolhouse
FOR
SOME
DAYS
after
this,
Mrs.
Todd's
customers
came
and
went
past
my
windows,
and,
haying-time
being
nearly
over,
strangers
began
to
arrive
from
the
inland
country,
such
was
her
widespread
reputation.
Sometimes
I
saw
a
pale
young
creature
like
a
white
windflower
left
over
into
midsummer,
upon
whose
face
consumption
had
set
its
bright
and
wistful
mark;
but
oftener
two
stout,
hard-worked
women
from
the
farms
came
together,
and
detailed
their
symptoms
to
Mrs.
Todd
in
loud
and
cheerful
voices,
combining
the
satisfactions
of
a
friendly
gossip
with
the
medical
opportunity.
They
seemed
to
give
much
from
their
own
store
of
therapeutic
learning.
I
became
aware
of
the
school
in
which
my
landlady
had
strengthened
her
natural
gift;
but
hers
was
always
the
governing
mind,
and
the
final
command,
“Take
of
hy'sop
one
handful”
(or
whatever
herb
it
was),
was
received
in
respectful
silence.
One
afternoon,
when
I
had
listened,--it
was
impossible
not
to
listen,
with
cottonless
ears,--and
then
laughed
and
listened
again,
with
an
idle
pen
in
my
hand,
during
a
particularly
spirited
and
personal
conversation,
I
reached
for
my
hat,
and,
taking
blotting-book
and
all
under
my
arm,
I
resolutely
fled
further
temptation,
and
walked
out
past
the
fragrant
green
garden
and
up
the
dusty
road.
The
way
went
straight
uphill,
and
presently
I
stopped
and
turned
to
look
back.
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