When Jerome Lafirme died, his neighbors awaited the results of his sudden taking off with indolent watchfulness. It was a matter of unusual interest to them that a plantation of four thousand acres had been left unincumbered to the disposal of a handsome, inconsolable, childless Creole widow of thirty. A betise of some sort might safely be looked for. But time passing, the anticipated folly failed to reveal itself; and the only wonder was that Therese Lafirme so successfully followed the methods of her departed husband. Of ...
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When Jerome Lafirme died, his neighbors awaited the results of his sudden taking off with indolent watchfulness. It was a matter of unusual interest to them that a plantation of four thousand acres had been left unincumbered to the disposal of a handsome, inconsolable, childless Creole widow of thirty. A betise of some sort might safely be looked for. But time passing, the anticipated folly failed to reveal itself; and the only wonder was that Therese Lafirme so successfully followed the methods of her departed husband. Of course Therese had wanted to die with her Jerome, feeling that life without him held nothing that could reconcile her to its further endurance. For days she lived alone with her grief; shutting out the appeals that came to her from the demoralized "hands," and unmindful of the disorder that gathered about her. Till Uncle Hiram came one day with a respectful tender of sympathy, offered in the guise of a reckless misquoting of Scripture-and with a grievance."
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