But you were always weak and romantic , Lucy Ellen . '' Lucy Ellen made no response . She stood limply on the hearth-rug like a faded blossom bitten by frost . After Cromwell Biron had gone away the next evening , with all his brisk jauntiness shorn from him for the time , Lucy Ellen went up to Cecily 's room . She stood for a moment in the narrow doorway , with the lamplight striking upward with a gruesome effect on her wan face . `` I 've sent him away , '' she said lifelessly . `` I 've kept my promise , Cecily . '' There was silence for a moment . Cecily did not know what to say . Suddenly Lucy Ellen burst out bitterly . `` I wish I was dead ! '' Then she turned swiftly and ran across the hall to her own room . Cecily gave a little moan of pain . This was her reward for all the love she had lavished on Lucy Ellen . `` Anyway , it is all over , '' she said , looking dourly into the moonlit boughs of the firs ; `` Lucy Ellen 'll get over it . When Cromwell is gone she 'll forget all about him . I 'm not going to fret . She promised , and she wanted the promise first . '' During the next fortnight tragedy held grim sway in the little weather-gray house among the firs -- a tragedy tempered with grim comedy for Cecily , who , amid all her agony , could not help being amused at Lucy Ellen 's romantic way of sorrowing . Lucy Ellen did her mornings ' work listlessly and drooped through the afternoons .
Cecily would have felt it as a relief if Lucy Ellen had upbraided her , but after her outburst XXXXX the night she sent Cromwell away , Lucy Ellen never uttered a word of reproach or complaint .
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