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But when the Bonnie Lassie saw the melancholy wreck, she cried, as much from fury as from pity, and said that men were brutes and bullies and cowards and imbeciles and why hadn't her Cyrus been at home to stop it? Whereto Madame Tallafferr complacently responded that Mr.
It did not come. A lion had risen in the path. To be more accurate, a lioness. To my unsuccessful rôle of Horatius, a Horatia better fitted for the fray had succeeded, in the austere and superb person of Madame Rachel Pinckney Pemberton Tallafferr, aforetime of the sovereign State of Virginia.
He mourns for Schepstein, who occasionally helps out a friend at ten per cent, as a usurer. He once accused old Madame Tallafferr of pride, but he'll never do that again. He calls the Little Red Doctor, our local physician, to account for profanity, and gets a fresh sample every time.
"She's a witch," conjectured some one. "It's the Duchess," said another, giving her the local title of veneration. "It's the lady that shot the tailor," proclaimed an awe-stricken bystander. "Who spoke?" said Madame Tallafferr, crisp and clear. Silence. Then the sound of objurgations as the advocate frantically resisted well-meant efforts to thrust him into undesirable prominence.
Sally's confidence in her mistress was equaled or perhaps even excelled by her mistress's confidence in herself. Leaning upon her cane and attended by the faithful though terrified servitor, Madame Tallafferr rustled forward. She took her stand upon the brink of the fountain in almost the exact spot where she had disarmed MacLachan, the tailor, drunk, songful, and suicidal, two years before.
Rosser, the twins' aunt, and fastidious women like Madame Tallafferr unite in terming a smiling human freckle "sweet," there is nothing more to be said. Adonis may as well take a back seat and the Apollo Belvedere seek the helpful resources of a beauty parlor. Said young Phil carelessly: "Dominie, who's the newcomer?" "That," said I, "is Barbran." "Barbran," he repeated with a rising inflection.
For all the sadness of the deep voice, I felt that his eyes were twinkling. "Madame Tallafferr," supplied the Bonnie Lassie. "She is away on a visit." "I should like to have met that queller of mobs. She ought to be knighted." "Knighthood would add nothing to her status," said I, dryly. "She is a Pinckney and a Pemberton besides being a Tallafferr, with two fs, two ls, and two rs." "Doubtless.
As the juvenile sense of humor is highly developed in Our Square, Plooie got a good deal of exercise, first and last. Eventually he foiled them by coming out only in school hours. This didn't help his trade. But then his trade had dwindled to the vanishing point anyway. Even Madame Tallafferr had dropped him. She preferred not to deal with a poltroon, as she put it.
Madame Tallafferr, in the glory of black silk, the Pinckney lace, the Pemberton diamond, and accompanied by that fat relic of slavery, Black Sally, had been taking the air genteelly on a bench when the disturbance grated upon her sensitive ear. "What is that rabble about, Sally?" she inquired. The aged negress reconnoitered. "Reckon dey's ridin' a gentmun on a rail," she reported.
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