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Thode's too much of a man for that, and I fancy he prefers to lead a man's life. I'm getting jolly sick of the whole thing myself, and I'd like to cut it as he has!" "By the way " Angie's negligible thoughts had flown off at a tangent "isn't it funny about Cal Shirley?" "What?" Vernon frowned. "Haven't seen him for ages." "Nor has anyone else.
The Literary Society always met in Miss Miller's "room," not because it was more imposing or commodious than any of the others but on account of its somewhat rarified intellectual atmosphere. Miss Angie's literary attainments, while confined to absorption rather than to production, were well known. She was supposed to have read all of the major poets. At any rate she was able to quote them.
Just then, the flash of a street-lamp in at the window fell for a passing moment on Angie's face as she sat half-turned from her cousin and Willa caught her breath to stifle a sudden startled exclamation. She had seen Angie in many fits of temper, sullen and raging, but never had the girl's expression been so fiendish!
In fact, belated but seemingly irrefutable documentary evidence appears to prove that you you are not Willa Murdaugh!" The girl stood like a statue, but from behind her Mrs. Halstead gasped convulsively, and there came a little squeal in Angie's treble tones. "Sit down, my dear." Ripley Halstead drew forward a chair and Willa sank obediently into it, her eyes never leaving those of the attorney.
Asaph knew this, but he delighted to stir up his chum occasionally. He chuckled as he interrupted the flow of reminiscence. "There, there, Bailey!" he exclaimed. "I know as much about Angie's tribe as you do, I cal'late. Ain't we a little mite off the course? Seems to me we was talkin' about Heman's letter." "Is that so? I judged from what you said we wa'n't goin' to talk about it.
When Angie Hatton came home from the East the town used to stroll past on Mondays to view the washing on the Hatton line. Angie's underwear, flirting so audaciously with the sunshine and zephyrs, was of voile and silk and crêpe de Chine and satin materials that we had always thought of heretofore as intended exclusively for party dresses and wedding gowns.
"Angle's dead against Brown won't let you have John Thomas put him down cellar soon as he saw yer lights; Angie's woman is sittin on the door knittin' she's wors'n him don't let on I give it away I don't want no words with her! Yes, it's grand weather for threshin'; won't you come on away in? I guess yer horse will stand." The old man roared with laughter at his own joke.
"Tracey," he said solemnly, "I swear to you that not even that indispensable article of commerce could stick me on Angie." The boy sighed. "Thank you, Mr. Duncan. I was only worryin' because you and Angie is singin' together in the choir, now Josie Lockwood's gone to school, an' an' Angie's the purtiest girl in town and I was 'fraid 't you might like her best, when Josie's away.
There is only a part of it here, but it ought to be enough to open your eyes, blinded with conceit as you are!" "I will not !" Willa began indignantly, but Angie's voice silenced her. " 'Except for him, of course, no one here knows her real name'," she read, "'and it wouldn't mean anything to them if they did, but I spotted her at once and later events have only proved the truth of my suspicions.
Wiley must have written it himself and put it in Angie's hands to work what mischief she might with it. There could be no harm in one glance at it; a glance which would prove instantly its falseness, just as she knew it in her heart to be at best a forgery. Slowly Willa rose and step by step made her way to where the letter lay.
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