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It give me about the worst feelun' I ever had in my life: went through me like a ax, and others said the same; some of 'em said it was like beun' scared in the dark, or more like when you think you're just goun' to die." Abel Reverdy stopped for the effect on Braile, who had been smoking tranquilly throughout, and who now asked quietly, "And what was it?" "What was it? A man!
"That instinct of maternity," the Squire explained. "You may have noticed it in women some of them." "Oh! Oh, yes," Mr. Mandeville assented. He did not seem greatly interested. "She's always been just crazy about 'em," Mrs. Braile explained. "Beginnin' with Nancy Billin's's little girl. Well!" "Yes," the Squire amplified. "It was the best thing, or at least the strongest thing in Jane.
"Whoa!" he shouted at the claybank, which the slightest whisper would have stayed; and then he called to the old man on the porch, "Fine mornun', Squire!" Braile took out his pipe, and spat over the edge of the porch, before he called back, "Won't you light and have some breakfast?"
While they hesitated in doubt of his purpose, Braile led the way with the prisoner, acquitted, but still in custody, toward the turnpike road where the country lane passing the cabin joined it a little way off. The crowd straggled after in patient doubt, but when the Squire halted with his captive and bade Redfield move back, the suspicions of the unbelievers began to stir.
His long hair hung tangled on his shoulders; the white bandage, which Nancy had bound about his head, crossed it diagonally above one eye and gave this the effect of a knowing wink, which his drawn face, unshaven for a week, seemed to deprecate. Braile stared hard at him. Then he tilted his chair down and came to the edge of his porch, and called in cruel mockery, "Why, God, is that you?"
"Why, certainly not; the Hounds would doubt anything. But I'm surprised at Redfield and Nixon and Hughey Blake. What reason did they give for the faith that wasn't in them? When a man stood up and snorted like a horse and said he was God, why didn't they believe him? Or the other fellows that didn't snort, but said they knew it was God from a sound that he made?" "Oh, pshaw, now, Squire Braile!"
Then he joked his wife. "Mother, will you let us stay by the fire here it's a little chilly outdoors, and those young frogs do take the heart of you with their peeping if we don't mind your bothering round? Mr. Mandeville wants to hear all about our Leatherwood God." "He'll hear more about him than he wants to if he listens to all you tell, Matthew," Mrs. Braile retorted.
"Sally ain't very well, this mornin'. Up all night with the toothache." Redfield had turned from them, and Abel now remarked, "I was wonderin' whether I couldn't borry a little coffee from Mis' Braile for breakfast; I been so took up 'ith all these goun's on that I hain't had no time to go to the store."
"I reckon," Reverdy said aloud, but to himself, rather than Braile, and with his mind on his wife in the log cabin where he had left her in high rebellion which she promised him nothing but a bag of cornmeal could reduce, "she don't need to wait for me, exactly. She could grate herself some o' the new corn, and she's got some bacon, anyway." "Better light," Braile said again.
"And you, 'Jehovah, Jove or Lord'?" "I will, as quick as I can, Squire Braile; I will, indeed." The Squire rose from the edge of the bed. "Then this court stands adjourned," he said formally. Redfield went out with him, leaving Dylks trembling behind. He said, "I ain't sure you ain't making a fool of me, Squire Braile." "Well, I am," the Squire retorted.
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