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Halsing added, turning an unflinching front toward Mrs. Beedie. Then resuming her dissertation to Odalie: "But there's one thing that rests on my mind. I can't decide which one it belongs to, Captain Stuart or Captain Demeré. Did ye see I know ye did a lady's little riding-mask on the shelf of the great hall. Ye must have seen it," lowering her voice, "a love token?"
She herself was clad in the primrose-flowered paduasoy, with a petticoat of dark red satin and all her Mechlin lace for a fichu, while pearls her grand'maman's necklace were in her dark hair. Mrs. Beedie had woven her own frock with her own sturdy hands, and with a fresh mob-cap on her head and a very fresh rose on her cheek actively danced the whole night through.
And the officers all, she declared, the captains, the frisky lieutenants, and the ensigns, all drank tafia. "When they can git it," interpolated Mrs. Beedie, with twinkling eyes. "They are deprived, I will say, by the slowness and seldomness of the express from over the mountains. But if they are a sober set, it is against their will, and that I do maintain," Mrs.
"I should give Mrs. Halsing the larger room if I were you," she suggested. "Mrs. Beedie is a friend of mine and I will answer for it that she won't mind." Or "If I might suggest, I wouldn't put Mrs. Dean and the twin babies next to Mrs. Rush. Nervous headaches and other people's twin babies won't keep step not one bit. Put them next to me. I am conveniently deaf at times." And Mrs.
Beedie took up her testimony with unction and emphasis. We had Captain Stuart! Mrs. Halsing gave a sudden cry of derision like the abrupt squawk of a jay-bird. Captain Stuart was not a humble man. That back of his was never bent! She wondered if his heart had ever felt the need of aught. "Yes," Mrs. Beedie affirmed.
Halsing further unfolded the fact that Mrs Rush's husband had been the son of a bishop, but had got among the dissenters, and had been cast out like a prodigal, because he took to preaching. "Preachin' being in the blood, I reckon," Mrs. Beedie palliated.
Halsing, by the cabin door, on a bench which the hostess had vacated in her favor, adopting instead an inverted tub, and although admitting as true much that was said, Mrs. Beedie advanced palliating theories which, paradoxically enough, while they did not contradict the main statement, had all the effect of denial. For her part, said Mrs.
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