This , at least , was the truth , thought wretched Davy . `` Was the Ladies ' Aid announced for next week ? '' `` Yes 'm '' -- quakingly . `` Was prayer-meeting ? '' `` I -- I do n't know . '' `` YOU should know . You should listen more attentively to the announcements . What was Mr. Harvey 's text ? '' Davy took a frantic gulp of water and swallowed it and the last protest of conscience together . He glibly recited an old Golden Text learned several weeks ago . Fortunately Mrs. Lynde now stopped questioning him ; but Davy did not enjoy his dinner . He could only eat one helping of pudding . `` What 's the matter with you ? '' demanded justly astonished Mrs. Lynde . `` Are you sick ? '' `` No , '' muttered Davy . `` You look pale . You 'd better keep out of the sun this afternoon , '' admonished Mrs. Lynde . `` Do you know how many lies you told Mrs. Lynde ? '' asked Dora reproachfully , as soon as they were alone after dinner .
Davy , goaded XXXXX desperation , turned fiercely .
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