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"I'm not afraid of that," Bobby said. "But if that suit of his shrinks, what a sight he'll be!" "This is no time for light talk," declared Jess Morse. "Purt isn't a very good swimmer." "Well!" exclaimed Nellie, rather tartly for her, "how did he know whether that poor dog could swim, or not?" "Looks as though he had finally gotten rid of the Barnacle, just the same," laughed Laura.
The Hottentot obeyed, and seated upon the heap of skins, her forehead resting on her hand and her fingers buried in her silky rain-soaked hair, Jess began to review the position. It was evident to her that Frank Muller would be as good as his word. She knew him too well to doubt this for a moment.
At least there was good reason for her gown to be modern, smart, and becoming, as Havana's best Americanized shops are quite continental. "I keep you away," she answered icily, "because you're planning to marry me to an unprincipled scoundrel." "A what?" Jess yelled. "Shut up!" the old one snapped at him. "An unprincipled scoundrel," she answered evenly, "who's as loathsome as an ape.
"I'm going home." "Pooh!" said Bobby. "Liz says it's a ghost. A kleptomaniac ghost at that." "He can't be a kleptomaniac, Bobby," said Laura, laughing, "or he wouldn't have left money for the goods." "He's a kleptomani-antic ghost, then!" giggled Bobby. "How ridiculous!" said Jess. "Whoever heard the like?"
The birds only sing whilst they are mating; and it is, by the way, a curious thing, and suggestive of the theory that the same great principles pervade all nature, that now when her trouble had overtaken her, and that she had lost the love which had suddenly sprung from her heart full-grown and clad in power as Athena sprang from the head of Jove Jess had no further inclination to use her divine gift of song.
"Indeed I do not." "What do you know about love?" "I know, perhaps, more than you think." The girl's face was now deeply flushed, and this her mother noted. "Jess, what is the meaning of this? Is there someone else in whom you are interested besides Mr. Donaster? Tell me. I must know the truth at once. It is no use trying to conceal it from me."
Once, in the farthest of his gallops, he reached the fringe of the wild, rocky hill country which lies behind this belt; and there, as luck would have it, he met in full flight one of the two dingoes that had escaped him on the day of the attack upon wounded Jess. It was an evil chance for that dingo.
Probably it was nothing more than a coincidence, although a strange one. The arrangement was, that on the morrow Jess was to be driven in the Cape cart to Martinus-Wesselstroom, more commonly called Wakkerstroom, there to catch the post-cart, which was timed to leave the town at mid-day, though when it would leave was quite another matter.
But I've agreed to forget it, to keep the mutinies stopped for keeps by marrying the girl. You agreed, too. Now you talk of backing out. Is killing too good for you?" "I don't want to, Jess; I don't, honest," Efaw Kotee said, with a whine. "But you see yourself how she is! If we rush the place, day or night, she'll kill herself. Tell me what to do, and I'll do it!"
"The idea of your thinking that because people are poor they can't be respectable! We shall be very glad to meet your friend, Rex," and Jess felt that she was in such disgrace that when Mr. Keeler was presented she tried to redeem herself by being excessively friendly. And this was not difficult for her to do. He was certainly very different from what she had expected.
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