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Cousin Percy, frantic with rage and humiliation, tried to protest. "It's a lie!" he cried. "It's a lie!" The captain turned to his housekeeper. "Zuba," he demanded, "what sort of lunatic business is this? Do you know?" Azuba straightened. "I don't know much," she announced sharply.
She looked up as he entered, but immediately resumed her reading. The captain waited for her to speak. As a general thing he did not have to wait. "Hello, Zuba," he hailed. Azuba turned a page of the paper. She did not answer. "Hello!" he hailed again. "What's the matter, Zuba? Gone into a trance, have you?" "Hey?" Azuba did look up then, but at once looked down again. "Hey?" she repeated.
His vacation seemed no nearer the end than it had when he first came. The shrewd Azuba informed the captain that she guessed it was "one of them vacations that didn't have any end, but was all beginnin'." Her employer reproved her for speaking in this way of a friend of the family he felt it was his duty to do that but the rebuke was a mild one.
You ought to be thankful you've got me to get breakfast. If I wa'n't here you'd have to get it yourself, I cal'late. Your wife's too busy these days, and that Hapgood man wouldn't do it. I know that." Relations between the butler and Azuba were already somewhat strained. He considered her a rude and interfering person and she considered that he would bear watching.
Black hadn't helped and superintended and and everything, I don't know where we should have been. And those visiting delegates from Boston coming! I must get a bite and hurry back. Where's Azuba? Azuba!" She was rushing in the direction of the kitchen, but her husband detained her. "Hold on, Serena," he shouted. "Goin' back! What do you mean?
So, upon the fateful day when, preceded by a wagonload of trunks and bags and boxes, the Dotts once more drove through Scarford's streets to the mansion which was to be their home permanently, according to Serena; temporarily, so her husband hoped Azuba accompanied them. And Azuba was wildly excited and tirelessly voluble.
"Where have you been?" "Out!" was the gloomy rejoinder. "Where's the rest of the folks?" "Both of 'em?" "Yes. It was an open meeting and Mr. Hungerford went along, too. Where are you goin' now? Don't you want anything to eat? It's been waitin' for you for an hour." "Let it wait; I don't want it." He walked from the room. Azuba gazed after him open-mouthed.
In the matter of Azuba he was as determined as ever. Amid the new life into which he had been thrown, head over heels, the housekeeper was the one familiar substantial upon which he could rely. He was used to her, her conversation, and her ways. As he had said, she reminded him of home, his real home, the home from which he was drifting further and further every day.
"It's a mistake!" cried Cousin Percy, frantically struggling in the grasp of his captor. "I Stop! Stop! Help! Help!" The hall became a pandemonium of thumps, struggles, cries for help, and pleas for mercy. Azuba added her shrieks to the tumult. From above Captain Dan shouted and Serena screamed. Then the chandelier blazed. Gertrude had pressed the button at the top of the stairs.
You put my name in to-night and maybe it can be voted on next meetin'." "But but, Azuba, are you sure you know what it means? Do you think your husband would want you to " "My husband! What's he got to do with it? If we free women have got to be slaves to our husbands it's a pretty state of things, I must say. You don't ask your husband every time you go to meetin' whether he likes it or not.
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