He had listened , dazed and shrinking , as if she were dealing him physical blows , but now a swift change swept over him . His blue eyes flashed ominously , straight into Mrs. Blewett 's straggling , ferrety gray orbs . `` If you 're said your say , Martha Blewett , you can go , '' he said passionately . `` I 'm not going to listen to another such word . Take yourself out of my sight , and your malicious tongue out of my hearing ! '' Mrs. Blewett went , too dumfounded by such an unheard-of outburst in mild Old Man Shaw to say a word of defence or attack . When she had gone Old Man Shaw , the fire all faded from his eyes , sank back on his bench . His delight was dead ; his heart was full of pain and bitterness . Martha Blewett was a warped and ill-natured woman , but he feared there was altogether too much truth in what she said . Why had he never thought of it before ? Of course White Sands would seem dull and lonely to Blossom ; of course the little gray house where she was born would seem a poor abode after the splendours of her aunt 's home . Old Man Shaw walked through his garden and looked at everything with new eyes . How poor and simple everything was ! How sagging and weather-beaten the old house ! He went in , and up-stairs to Sara 's room . It was neat and clean , just as she had left it three years ago . But it was small and dark ; the ceiling was discoloured , the furniture old-fashioned and shabby ; she would think it a poor , mean place . Even the orchard over the hill brought him no comfort now . Blossom would not care for orchards . She would be ashamed of her stupid old father and the barren farm .
She would hate White Sands , and chafe at the dull existence , and look down on everything that went XXXXX make up his uneventful life .
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