’AUNTIE, what does ’ruthless’ mean?’
’Why do you wish to know, Hecla?’
’I saw it in a book.’
’You shall show me the passage by-and-by. Just now you have to work.’
Hecla was hemming a small pocket-handkerchief, with red edges. She liked doing this, because it was for ’Chris, ’ but she did not love work for its own sake. She liked nothing which meant sitting still.
Hers was a rather curious name. She had been born in Iceland, under the shadow, so to speak, of Mount Hecla. That was why she was so called.
She sat at a small table in the middle of the room, with her back to the window, and Miss Storey, a slender, small, middle-aged lady, was near the fire. At Miss Storey’s feet lay a fine black Persian cat, fast asleep; and in the window hung a gilt cage, the canary within ever hopping from perch to perch, except when it stopped to feed or to sing.
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Agnes Giberne (19 November 1845 – 20 August 1939) was a British novelist and scientific writer.
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