`` Oh , no . I sometimes feel as if I should smother here . I shall never feel at home , I am afraid . '' `` Where did you live before you came here ? '' `` Up at Middleton . It was an old-fashioned place , but pretty -- our house was covered with vines , and there were trees all about it , and great green fields beyond . But I do n't know what makes me tell you this . I forgot I was talking to a stranger . '' `` Pretty little woman , '' soliloquized Andrew Bell , as he drove away . `` She does n't look happy , though . I suppose she 's married some city chap and has to live in town . I guess it do n't agree with her . Her eyes had a real hungry look in them over that honeysuckle . She seemed near about crying when she talked of the country . '' Jessamine felt more like crying than ever when she went back to her work . Her head ached and she was very tired . The tiny kitchen was hot and stifling . How she longed for the great , roomy kitchen in her old home , with its spotless floors and floods of sunshine streaming in through the maples outside . There was room to live and breathe there , and from the door one looked out over green wind-rippled meadows , under a glorious arch of pure blue sky , away to the purple hills in the distance . * * * * * Jessamine Stacy had always lived in the country .
When her sister died and the old home had XXXXX go , Jessamine could only accept the shelter offered by her brother , John Stacy , who did business in the city .
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