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The Squire's preserves were enclosed in wire netting, and over this they climbed into their primrose paradise. Several partridges rose from the children's feet, and whirred noisily away, to the huge delight of the boys but to Avery's considerable dismay.
Here, there came down from Corinth, Aleck Dearing and John Bartee, who having been on sick furlough in Tuscaloosa, had missed the Tennessee campaign, with them were some others and also some conscripts among whom was Richard Maxwell, the youngest of the old firm of T. J. R. & R. Maxwell, who had to at last take the field, having served some time in Leach & Avery's hat factory and thus exempt for that time from conscription.
She drank the milk, and broke the cake, still holding Jeanie pressed to her side. Jeanie, gravely practical, held the plate. "I saw Piers ride by a little while ago," she remarked. "He was on Pompey. But he was going so fast he didn't see me. He always rides fast, doesn't he? But I think Pompey likes it, don't you?" "I don't know." There was an odd frozen note in Avery's voice.
Not if I cut it for you?" Margaret refused the cake, but unfortunately this acquired her gentility in the eyes of Miss Avery's niece. "I cannot let you go on alone. Now don't. You really mustn't. I will direct you myself if it comes to that. I must get my hat. Now" roguishly "Mrs. Wilcox, don't you move while I'm gone."
Small holdings, back to the land ah! philanthropic bunkum. Take it as a rule that nothing pays on a small scale. Avery's Farm, Sishe's what they call the Common, where you see that ruined oak one after the other fell in, and so did this, as near as is no matter. "But Henry had saved it; without fine feelings or deep insight, but he had saved it, and she loved him for the deed.
He was dark and smart and handsome; he was sitting on the sofa by Avery's side, holding her hands in his, smiling into her rosy, delighted, excited face. And he was Bruce Gordon no doubt of that. Bruce Gordon, the expected cousin from Scotland! "Oh, what have I done? What have I done?" moaned poor Janet, wringing her hands. She had seen Avery's face quite plainly had seen the look in her eyes.
He did not take immediate advantage of her slip, but she knew that he noticed it, registered it as it were for future reference. "No," he said moodily, after a pause. "I don't think the debt is on my side this time. He had the satisfaction of flogging me with the whole Hunt looking on." There was sullen resentment in his tone, and then very suddenly to Avery's amazement he began to laugh.
Lorimer very gently, "it was his right to be here." "Then that night that night " gasped Avery, "he really did come to me that night after the baby was born." "My darling, you begged for him so piteously," said Mrs. Lorimer apologetically. Avery's lip quivered. "That was just what I feared what I wanted to make impossible," she said. "When one is suffering, one forgets so."
They were usually submitted to him for perusal as soon as she had read them herself, a habit formed by Mrs. Lorimer when she discovered that he looked upon her correspondence as his own property and deeply resented any inclination on her part to keep it to herself. Avery's arrival had brought an additional interest to the morning budget.
"Aunt Augusta is going to kill my gobbler," he sobbed in Miss Avery's arms. "She says she isn't going to bother with him any longer and he's getting old and he's to be killed. And that gobbler is the only friend I have in the world except you. Oh, I can't stand it, Miss Avery." Next day Aunt Augusta told him the gobbler had been sold and taken away.
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