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He had really gone out, as Zack had supposed, for one of those long night-walks of his, which usually took him well into the country before the first grey of daylight had spread far over the sky.
Bob acted as master of ceremonies, the Colonel and Brent were pledged to orations, while the three ladies and Mac constituted the vast throng of spellbound onlookers. Bip, having for the moment forgotten his fire crackers, was dancing with delighted anticipation. Zack was teeming with mirth abetted, no doubt, by a heel-tap or two from the Colonel's retiring goblet.
Zack expressed great gratitude for his friend's kindness, and declared, with the utmost fervor of voice and manner, that he would repair all his past faults by unflagging future industry as a student of Art.
"What was I a-doin', zur? Oh, I wur with Varmer Twine, head labr'er I was. Strong? Oh yes, zur, pretty fair. I mind I could throw a zack o' vlour ower my shoulder when I wur a boy o' vourteen. Why! I wur stronger then than I be now. 'Twas India that done me." "Is it a large farm?" I asked, seeking to beguile him with homely thoughts. "Six 'undred yackers.
Suppose you smoke too. Hoi! Bring up a clean pipe," cried this rough diamond, in conclusion, turning up a loose corner of the carpet, and roaring through a crack in the floor into the shop below. The pipe was brought. Zack sat down on the buffalo hide, and began to ask his queer friend about the life he had been leading in the wilds of North and South America.
Up and down the cedar bordered avenue he walked, checking off the eternities which passed before the mule ambled into view. "I wouldn' a-been so long, Marse Brent," Zack began apologizing and fumbling in his pocket for a note, "but Miss Jane jest nachelly taken a hour writin' dis!" Now he was as impatient to be away from Zack as he had been for Zack to come.
Peckover, as she appeared on the memorable evening when she stopped him mysteriously in the passage of Mr. Blyth's house. Zack was really a good mimic; and he now hit off all the peculiarities of Mrs. Peckover's voice, manner, and gait to the life Mat chuckling all the while, rolling his huge head from side to side, and striking his heavy fist applaudingly on the table.
Blyth, rubbing his hands cheerfully, and kicking into view another empty bottle, as he settled himself in his chair "What I like about this is, that it's so thoroughly without ceremony. Do you know I really feel at home already, though I never was here before in my life? Curious, Zack, isn't it?" "Look out for the taters!" roared Mat suddenly from the fireplace.
He stood in an humble attitude of pleading, looking up at his white master with eyes as brown and soft as a deer's, notwithstanding the opaque circles which age had begun to form about their irises. The Colonel smiled affectionately down at him. "This is to be nothing of that sort, Zack," he said, "or I would take you, truly I would.
"I am so sorry you should have been left, through Zack's carelessness, without anybody to ask you to take a little supper," continued Valentine, turning to the table. "Mrs. At this moment the door opened, and Mr. Blyth, abruptly closing his lips, looked towards it with an expression of the blankest astonishment; for he beheld Madonna entering the painting-room in company with Zack.
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