Thanksgiving Day morning, Shari woke Lucy a half an hour before the sounding of the alarm. Melusine sighed with relief and set to work by the light of the lantern. Yet there was nothing for her to do. Small, but eminently serviceable. It was the only way to make the monthly bills. She turned away from the doorway of the silk loom to observe. The uproar was tremendous—men yelling— dogs barking,—but above all was heard the stentorian voice of Jonathan, urging them on. Ruth came to him directly. But those days are over—quite over.
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