`` Get you gone , I say ! And you need not bring my mail here any longer . I want no more of your misshapen body and lying tongue ! '' August went , but at the door he turned for a parting stab . `` My tongue is not a lying one , Mrs. Carewe . I 've told you the truth , as all Avonlea knows it . Chester is mad about Damaris Garland . It 's no wonder I thought you knew what all the settlement can see . But you 're such a jealous , odd body , I suppose the boy hid it from you for fear you 'd go into a tantrum . As for me , I 'll not forget that you 've turned me from your door because I chanced to bring you news you 'd no fancy for . '' Thyra did not answer him . When the door closed behind him she locked it and blew out the light . Then she threw herself face downward on the sofa and burst into wild tears . Her very soul ached . She wept as tempestuously and unreasoningly as youth weeps , although she was not young . It seemed as if she was afraid to stop weeping lest she should go mad thinking . But , after a time , tears failed her , and she began bitterly to go over , word by word , what August Vorst had said . That her son should ever cast eyes of love on any girl was something Thyra had never thought about . She would not believe it possible that he should love any one but herself , who loved him so much . And now the possibility invaded her mind as subtly and coldly and remorselessly as a sea-fog stealing landward .
Chester had been born XXXXX her at an age when most women are letting their children slip from them into the world , with some natural tears and heartaches , but content to let them go , after enjoying their sweetest years .
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