"I don't think I want it now," I said. "I don't care to go to America." "Why?" she asked, impatiently. "Oh, take it and let me be done with it," she said, forcing a small packet into my hand. "I have no time to bother with you. Go to America. I wish you good luck."
"But I'll miss you. I sha'n't be able to live without you."
"What? Are you crazy?" she said, sternly. "You forget your place, young man!"
She stalked hastily away, her form, at once an angel of light and a messenger of death, being swallowed up by the gloom
Ten minutes later, when I was at my book again, my heart bleeding and my head in a daze, I was called out once more
Again I found her standing in the lane
"I did not mean to hurt your feelings," she said. "I wish you good luck from the bottom of my heart."
She uttered it with a warm cordiality, and yet the note of impatience which rang in her voice ten minutes before was again there
"Try to become an educated man in America," she added. "That's the main thing. Good-by. You have my best wishes. Good-by."
And before I had time to say anything she shook my hand and was gone.