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"And the Board of Education abolished?" she added. "Yes. The power will be delegated to a single white superintendent." The vertical line in Caroline Wynn's forehead became pronounced. "Whose work is this, Senator?" she asked. "Well, there are, of course, various parties back of the change: the 'outs, the reformers, the whole tendency to concentrate responsibility, and so on.
In fact, he said he had only two things to get well for. One was to catch and hang that woman Teresa, who shot him; the other can't you guess the other?" he added archly, with a faint suggestion of his other manner. Miss Nellie coldly could not. The Rev. Mr. Wynn's archness vanished. "Don't be a fool," he said dryly. "He wants to marry you, and you know it."
The secretary hesitated a little when the two started in, but Miss Wynn's air was so quietly assured that he yielded. Senator Smith looked at the tall, straight black man with his smooth skin and frank eyes. And for a second time that morning a vision of his own youth dimmed his eyes. But he spoke coldly: "Mr. Alwyn, I believe." "Yes, sir." "And " "My friend, Miss Wynn."
He was dressed she moved sideways to look more closely in a uniform something like Wynn's, with a flap buttoned across the chest. For an instant, she had some idea that it might be one of the young flying men she had met at the funeral. But their heads were dark and glossy. This man's was as pale as a baby's, and so closely cropped that she could see the disgusting pinky skin beneath.
He had intended to take an ostentatious leave of Low in the bar-room, deliver the letter with archness, and escape before a possible explosion. He consequently backed towards the door for an emergency. But he was again at fault. That unaffected stoical fortitude in acute suffering, which was the one remaining pride and glory of Low's race, was yet to be revealed to Wynn's civilized eyes.
When Clancy entered the garage, Lafe turned abruptly on his heel and walked into the office. Clancy followed him. "What's the matter with you, Lafe?" inquired Clancy. "Why do you take pains to avoid me, all the time? We can't get along like that and remain partners." A look of suffering filled Wynn's face.
Clancy's confidence in Wynn had been rudely shattered. The motor wizard had spared his partner had been generous with him, in fact, far beyond his deserts. This was not particularly on Wynn's account, but on account of Wynn's mother, an old lady who had come to Phoenix on the very day Wynn had absconded. Mrs.
A startled look crossed Wynn's face, and was clearly visible in the rays of the swinging lamp. The captain jumped for the companion stairs, closely followed by Wynn. Clancy fell to wondering which side, of the deck house they'd travel on their way aft. If they came down his side, then the chances were good for a scrimmage instead of a dash into the cabin.
McClernand moved his right still nearer to the river, Oglesby's brigade reaching nearly to the extreme left of the Confederate works, and to the head of the back-water up the valley of the small brooks above Dover; the Eighth, Eighteenth, and Twenty-ninth Illinois were respectively posted across the three roads, which, leaving the main road along the ridge, called Wynn's Ferry road, crossed the hollow and through the enemy's intrenchments into Dover.
I could not control the sudden start with which I heard these words. Who was this that knew Esther Wynn's verses by heart? I could hardly refrain from speaking to her at once, and betraying all. But I reflected instantly that I must be very cautious; it would be almost impossible to find out what I longed to know without revealing how my own acquaintance with the verses had come about.
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