Augusta Huiell Seaman

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Augusta Huiell Seaman Tranquillity House — Chapter 4 (1923)

Are you ill, Uncle Benham?” I cried, kneeling down by him. For answer, his lips moved, but not a sound came from them. Thinking that perhaps he was too weak to do more than whisper, I leaned my ear close to his mouth and then caught the words, hardly more than breathed, “Chest—lock—”
Not till then did I look down at the floor. Open at his feet lay the old teakwood chest, and scattered all around were papers and letters and various legal-looking documents and one flat red velvet case or box. He had evidently been looking these things over when he was taken with this strange illness.
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Augusta Huiell Seaman Tranquillity House — Chapter 4 (1923)

I asked, and a very slight nodding of his head made me know that I had guessed rightly.
“But hadn’t I better send for Tomkins first?” I suggested; for it didn’t seem right to leave him even a moment more in that state without help. But at this he rolled his head so violently from side to side that I hastily gave up the idea and scrambled around on the floor picking up and trying to arrange in some orderly fashion the papers about his feet. And all the while his wonderful blue eyes followed me as if he longed to say something more and couldn’t.
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Augusta Huiell Seaman Tranquillity House — Chapter 4 (1923)

CHAPTER IV TRANQUILLITY HOUSE DOES NOT LIVE UP TO ITS NAME IT was the next day—Sunday—that things seemed to break loose at Tranquillity. Mother and Daddy took turns going over to spend part of the morning with Connie, and I drove to First-day Meeting with Uncle Benham at his request. He has always liked to have me go with him to Friends' Meeting, because I enjoy sitting there quietly even if nothing happens during the whole hour of the service. I love to watch the calm, serene faces about me. It makes me wish my life could be as peaceful and well-ordered as theirs must be.
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