AfterthePreachingINlessthananhourfromthattime，SethBedewaswalkingbyDinah’ssidealongthehedgerow-paththatskirtedthepasturesandgreencorn-fieldswhichlaybetweenthevillageandtheHallFarm。
DinahhadtakenoffherlittleQuakerbonnetagain，andwasholdingitinherhandsthatshemighthaveafreerenjoymentofthecooleveningtwilight，andSethcouldseetheexpressionofherfacequiteclearlyashewalkedbyherside，timidlyrevolvingsomethinghewantedtosaytoher。Itwasanexpressionofunconsciousplacidgravity——ofabsorptioninthoughtsthathadnoconnectionwiththepresentmomentorwithherownpersonality——anexpressionthatismostofalldiscouragingtoalover。Herverywalkwasdiscouraging:ithadthatquietelasticitythatasksfornosupport。Sethfeltthisdimly；hesaidtohimself，\"She’stoogoodandholyforanyman，letaloneme，\"andthewordshehadbeensummoningrushedbackagainbeforetheyhadreachedhislips。
Butanotherthoughtgavehimcourage:\"There’snomancouldloveherbetterandleaveherfreertofollowtheLord’swork。\"Theyhadbeensilentformanyminutesnow，sincetheyhaddonetalkingaboutBessyCranage；DinahseemedalmosttohaveforgottenSeth’spresence，andherpacewasbecomingsomuchquickerthatthesenseoftheirbeingonlyafewminutes’walkfromtheyard-gatesoftheHallFarmatlastgaveSethcouragetospeak。
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Saturday，Dinah？\"