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His voice had lost some of its gruffness. "What were your father's ideas about slavery, Mr. Brice?" The young man thought a moment, as if seeking to be exact. "I suppose he would have put slavery among the necessary evils, sir," he said, at length. "But he never could bear to have the liberator mentioned in his presence. He was not at all in sympathy with Phillips, or Parker, or Summer.
Stephen counted out the money grimly, in gold and Boston drafts. Out in the sunlight on Chestnut Street, with the girl by his side, it all seemed a nightmare. The son of Appleton Brice of Boston the owner of a beautiful quadroon girl! And he had bought hex with his last cent. Miss Crane herself opened the door in answer to his ring.
Hopper drew something out of his pocket, eyed Miss Crane, and bit off a corner. "What office was you going into?" he asked genially. Mr. Brice decided to answer that. "Judge Whipple's unless he has changed his mind." Eliphalet gave him a look more eloquent than words. "Know the Judge?" Silent laughter. "If all the Fourth of Julys we've had was piled into one," said Mr.
Brice bit his lip and walked on silently, at which she cast a sidelong glance under her widely spaced heavy lashes and said demurely, "I thought last night it was mighty good for you to stand up for your frien' Yuba Bill, and then, after ye knew who I was, to let the folks see you kinder cottoned to me too. Not in the style o' that land-grabber Heckshill, nor that peart newspaper man, neither.
"You won't help anything or anybody by taking cold, my dear," I said. "Call your maid and have her put a dressing-gown around you." I left soon after. There was little I could do. But I comforted her as best I could, and said good night. My heart was heavy as I went down the stairs. For, twist things as I might, it was clear that in some way the Howell boy was mixed up in the Brice case.
I won't have you thinking that I am not the happiest person in the world; and I was, even when I was suffering so because I had to punish Brice for telling me I had done wrong. And if you think I'm not, I will never tell you anything more, for I see you can't be trusted. Will you?"
Brice thought of the dark and stately high-ceiled dining-room she had known throughout her married days: of the board from which a royal governor of Massachusetts Colony had eaten, and some governors of the Commonwealth since. Thank God, she had not to sell that, nor the Brice silver which had stood on the high sideboard with the wolves and the shield upon it. The widow's eyes filled with tears.
But, the collie was not inclined to caution. He hailed with evident relief the sight of open spaces and of light after the gloomy trail's windings. And he broke into a canter. Fearing to call aloud, Brice chirped and hissed softly at the careering dog. The collie, at sound of the recall, hesitated, then began to trot back toward Gavin.
You always say what you mean, and you don't change. That is what is so beautiful in you. You can't understand a nature that is one thing to-day and another thing to-morrow." "Oh, I think I can," said Maxwell, with a satirical glance. "Brice!" she softly murmured; and then she said, "Well, I don't care. He is just like a woman." "You didn't like my saying so last night."
The week after the Fair Mr. Clarence Colfax gave a great dance at Bellegarde, in honor of his cousin, Virginia, to which Mr. Stephen Brice was not invited. A majority of Company A was there. Virginia would have liked to have had them in uniform. It was at this time that Anne Brinsmade took the notion of having a ball in costume.
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