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"But what you didn't do," said I, now angry with myself, "was to make sure that the bolt of the lock had caught. It didn't catch, and when I went there to-night the door yielded to my hand. It was a piece of pure carelessness, and if you ever do the like again " "Don't talk dat way, Marse Cally; you sho is been mighty good ter me, an' I don't want ter make you mad.
But papa's heart was tender: did he possibly suspect that his darling might feel herself just a little overshadowed at times? He called Cally into the study one evening before dinner, and with a mysterious air handed over to her a bulky packet of very legal-looking papers. "Why, papa! What is it?" "Stock!" answered papa, with a chuckle. "Mostly Fourth National.
Hen's strange look, confirmed her own confused conviction that she was appearing at an annoying disadvantage all at once. And forebodings possessed her, as of one walking wide-eyed into unsuspected perils. "You are lost, Cally, indeed. Why, my dear, we're right on the corner of Seventeenth and Canal now they're leaning right up against your nose. There!"
And then she halted, having really nowhere to go, staring fixedly toward the distant doors.... Mamma's nearness could not help her now. Hugo's fortifying love was no buffer against this extraordinary moment. All alone Cally stood with the contemned religious fellow who had unhorsed and disarmed her once again, and now there would be no more weapons.
And you'd see from the way he looked at you that he was perfectly sure you were going to do it, too!" Cally gazed at Hen silently for at least ten seconds. "I'd enjoy immensely having him try it," said she slowly. "Immensely! I I've wanted for some time to say a few words to him...."
An impudent offensive malicious muckraking of your own private business...." Cally, looking at papa's indignant face, felt much drawn to him. However, the business conversation was here interrupted, Cally being called away to the telephone. She went, wondering intently if she could not somehow help in this threatened trouble. She had felt an impulse toward doing something useful.
Well, MacQueen the superintendent declines to give her her place back." "Why, what a shabby trick!" cried Hen.... She looked as if she desired to say much more, but she saw that V.V.'s eyes were fixed on Cally, whose father owned MacQueen, and forbore. Cally's breast rose and fell.
"He's just come back," explained Hen, with interest. "Why, he was born here, Cally, three doors from where we used to live down on Third Street remember? Well, Dr. Vivian lived right there till he was sixteen or seventeen " "Why do you call him Dr. Vivian?" "Well, that's what he is, you see. He's a doctor medical man."
"Marse Cally Shannon," said Whistling Jim, the negro, addressing me, "what you reckon make dem white folks bang aloose at we-all, when we ain't done a blessed thing? When it come ter dat, we ain't ez much ez speaken ter um, an' here dey come, bangin' aloose at us. An' mo' dan dat, ef dat ar bung-shell had 'a' hit somebody, it'd 'a' fetched sump'n mo' dan blood."
She perceived that Cally wished to talk about herself, and talk complainingly, and Hen didn't mind. "First time I ever heard such a complaint in this quarter. Is J. Forsythe Avery dead without my knowledge?" "J. Forsythe is in New York. Robert's in the sulks. James Bogue, 2d, is in bed measles, if you please ... Do you ever have the horrible nobody-loves-you feeling? Rather odious, isn't it?"
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