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Please bless Marcail, Lord, and ease her anxiety over doctors. Help me to be gentle with her, and give her no reason to fear me. Im so drawn to her, but I fear if Im not careful, Im going to scare her away forever.
Alex continued to pray and think of ways to make Marcail feel at home. Having many books in the house, he hoped she would feel free to sit down and become absorbed in one before he returned.
In an attempt to give Marcail some privacy, Alex didnt rush back to the house. He eventually slid the barn door back and made his way through 15 inches of wet snow. The wind was still blowing, but not as hard, and Alex thought he might be able to get Marcail home.
But then, why risk it, he reasoned to himself. The damage is already done.
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Are you all right?
Im fine, Marcail. Why wouldnt I be?
You were gone so long, I thought you might have become lost.
Alex shook his head. The wind has died down, and I could see the house as I moved from the barn.
If its that clear maybe I should head home. I mean, youve been very kind, but I really hate to take advantage of your hospitality or wear out my welcome.
Alex was tempted to tell her she could stay for the next 50 years and not wear out her welcome, but he kept this thought to himself.
Even though the wind has died down and its stopped snowing, the sky looks like it could dump again at any moment. Im sure you have things to do at home, but we had both better stay put for the time being, Alex told her reasonably.
Marcail nodded and then glanced around uncomfortably for something else to say. It was still a little unbelievable to her that she was snowed in with this man. Since it was still early, it was also hard for Marcail to face the fact that they were going to be together for the remainder of the day. She was wondering what they would find to talk about when Alex spoke.
By the way, what were you doing out in the snow, and where is your coat?
My coat is at the schoolhouse. I was working after the children left when I noticed the snow coming down. Id never seen it snow before, and I
Youd never seen it snow before? Alex interrupted her.
No, and I never meant to wander so far from the school
But I thought it snowed in Santa Rosa once in a while.
It does, but Ive only lived there since I was nine. The two times it did snow, it was in the middle of the night and had stopped before I got up. Determined not to let Alex interrupt her again, Marcail quickly finished her explanation. She then fell silent.