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"My scissors, please, if you can renounce the great pleasure of persecuting my poor Minny." The foolish scissors have slipped too far over the knuckles, it seems, and Hercules holds out his entrapped fingers hopelessly. "Confound the scissors! The oval lies the wrong way. Please draw them off for me." "Draw them off with your other hand," says Miss Lucy, roguishly.
Thus, performing his promises to the dying Minny, her departing words were fulfilled; and the shadow of her last hour rested on his heart ever holily holily! "And there we shall have our feasts of tears, And many a cup in silence pour; Our guests, the shades of former years, Our toasts, to lips that bloom no more." Tom Moore.
If triumph could make me happy, I must have been, so far as that is concerned; but in thinking of you I have been unhappy; and I have thought of you all the evening." "Of me, Miss, in the midst of all that gaiety!" "Of you. Would you like to be free, Minny?" "Free, Miss Della? to have my freedom, and leave you?"
With an almost superhuman strength, she caught the whip, as it was again descending, in her own jeweled and delicate hands, wrested it from her father's grasp, and flung it over the railing into the court below. Dropping upon her knees, she lifted the quadroon's head upon her lap. The eyes were closed, and the pallid face wore the appearance of death. Minny had fainted.
Never! these eyes, that once could laugh wid happiness, will burn in their sockets first, and this withered heart, once so warm and joyful, will burst afore I ever think ov id!" "Nanny," tremblingly said Minny, "you spake so wild you make me afeard I hope I haven't done anything to vex you!" "You! Oh! no, no you force me to love you! I couldn't hate you, although yer father bud no matther.
His blood-shot eyes, his flushed face, and trembling hand, as he held the lamp before him, all bore evidence of the excitement under which he labored. "So, so, pretty one, how do you progress in playing mother, eh?" "Very well," replied Minny, with forced calmness. "Did you come to look after him?" "Look after him? no, I didn't; I knew he was doing well enough; I came to look after you."
It lingered there but a moment, one wild sad moment to Minny, and was withdrawn hastily, with a gush of tears.
She took it down at last, and went on very calmly and thoughtfully. "Minny, it is very painful for me to talk of this, but you must understand me: I'm afraid I can never be quite happy again, with you performing such offices as this for me. The discovery I made this afternoon that unfortunate discovery for both of us was terrible very terrible!"
But, Minny, as I stand before you now, with my whole heart open to your sight, I can most truly declare, that my love for Della is all that you would have it. She is trusting and innocent. I will never blight the one, or betray the other.
You say when we die white man go to one place, Indian go to another " "I don't say so, sir. I don't pretend to know all this world by heart, much less the other." "Well, that what Indian say, any way. Now 'spose that so, what come of half-breed, eh?" "What do you think?" I asked, for neither Minny nor I could venture an opinion on this abstruse point. "Don't know," said the old man.
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