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And through this mist of doubt and dread, there kept striking all the time, as though quite independent of it, the natural thoughts of a woman in love. During the farm breakfast, hurried through by candle-light, with rain beating on the windows, Rachel was thinking "Why didn't he propose it?" this scheme of marrying before he went. Wasn't it a most natural thing to occur to him?
"The money will be perfectly safe," he insisted, "and our income pretty nearly doubled. I suppose I ought to know more about these things than you." "What's the use of income being doubled if you lose the capital?" Rachel snapped, now taking a horrid, perverse pleasure in the perilous altercation. "And if it's so safe why is he ready to give you so much interest?"
Rachel did not read her niece, for the simple reason that she was too resolved on reading what she supposed herself to have written to be able to trace the characters of mere nature. But she partly read the young man's triumph, and adjudged it as a piece of insolence, determining that he should be punished for it richly, as he deserved.
The man stared at her, then laughed aloud and began to advance again. "Go back," repeated Rachel. He took no heed but still came on. "Go back or die," she said for the third time. "I shall certainly die if I go back to Dingaan without the girl," replied the soldier who was a bold-looking savage. "Now you, Noie, will you return with me or shall I kill you? Say, witch," and he lifted his assegai.
The knowledge that turns up in the future we can't call to aid in the present. If I had had a doubt that it was you, I should have spoken. We were some days out at sea on our voyage to Australia when I and Luke got comparing notes; and I found, to my everlasting astonishment, that it was not you, after all, who had been with Rachel, but Fred."
"Oh-ho! you'll never learn to work like her, and you'd better find it out now. I seen you running your machine, and I says to myself, 'That girl 'll never make her salt making underclothes. Pants 'd be more in your line. To make money on muslin you've got to be born to 't." "That's no lie, either," muttered another. "You bet it ain't!" declared the expert Rachel.
"I will wear it, I will wear it," said Rachel, hurriedly. "Look, Hester! I have got it on. How deliciously warm! and do look! it has two little pockets in the fur lining." But Hester wept passionately, and Rachel sat down by her on the floor in the new cloak till the paroxysm was over.
Rachel, as she said this, abandoned for the moment her look against the wall, and shook herself instantly free of all her dowdiness. She flashed fire at him from her eyes, and jumping up from her seat, took hold of her father by his shoulder. He encircled her waist with his arm, but otherwise sat silent, looking Mr. Moss full in the face.
"Birds a little wild, but strong, and plenty of them. We've made a big bag for only three guns. Sir Geoffrey was in capital form. Groves, open a bottle of Heidseck." "Where is Geoffrey?" asked Rachel his sister. Mr. Thurwell looked round and discovered his absence for the first time. "I really don't know," he answered, a little bewildered; "He was with us a few minutes ago.
Then came a pause, the old woman sliding into the proffered seat, while over her genial, dimpled smile there dropped a dull veil of care. Her eyes shifted uneasily. Miss Smith tried not to notice the change. "Well, are you all moved, Aunt Rachel?" she inquired cheerfully. "No'm, and we ain't gwine to move." "But I thought it was all arranged."
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