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A double conclusion came and sat in Thomas Jefferson's mind: she was rather to be contemptuously pitied than feared; and as for looks well, she was not to be thought of in the same day with black-eyed Nan Bryerson. When the dog was reduced to quietude, the small one repaid Thomas Jefferson's stare with a level gaze out of the over-sized eyes. "Was it that you were afraid of Hector?" she asked.
If your debt is bigger than mine, you shall have the first chance." The gas-flash came again. There was black wrath in the man's eyes. "You can tote it up for yourself, Tom-Jeff Gordon. Late yeste'day evening when me and Nan Bryerson drove to town for your Uncle Silas to marry us, she told me what I'd been mistrustin' for a month back that Vint Farley was the daddy o' her chillern.
I cert'nly would." And now anger came to its own again. "You don't know what you're talking about, Nan Bryerson! You're nothing but a a miserable little heathen; my mother said you was!" he cried out after her. But a back-flung grimace was all the answer he had.
"Well, I reckon there ain't anybody holdin' you," said Thomas Jefferson brutally. He was intent on fixing the sixth worm on the hook in such fashion as permanently to discourage the bait thief, and was coming to his own in the matter of self-possession with grateful facility. It was going to be notably easy to bully her another point of difference between her and Nan Bryerson.
The country colony approved; likewise, it commended Miss Dabney's foresight and prudence in causing the Bryerson woman and her two children to disappear from the cabin in the glen; though Mrs. Vancourt Henniker, in secret session over the tea-cups with the elder Miss Harrison, voiced her surprise that Ardea could continue to be charitable in that quarter.
It was the office building of the pipe foundry that burned on the night of July fifteenth, and the fire was incendiary. Suspicion, put on the scent by the night-watchman's story, pointed to Tike Bryerson as the criminal.
But slowly as he looked a curious change came over him. She was the same Nan Bryerson, bareheaded, barelegged, with the same tousled mat of dark hair, and the same childish indifference to a whole frock. And yet she was not the same.
"No; not all of the time." "You say well. There were three of you: a hardened, degraded boy, a woman no less wicked and abandoned, and the devil who tempted you." The flood-gates of passion would hold no longer. "It's a lie!" he denied hotly. "I just happened to meet Nan Bryerson at the spring under the big rock, and " "Well, go on," said the inexorable voice.
I been over to McLemore's Valley, lookin' at some brood-mares that old man Mac is tryin' to sell the Major." "Did you come through Pine Knob?" "Shore, I did. I was a-settin' on Brother Bill Layne's porch whilst you was talkin' to Nan Bryerson. Seems sort o' pitiful you cayn't let that pore gal alone, Tom-Jeff." "That's enough," said Tom hotly.
It was an added proof that there was no redeeming drop of the sang azure in the Gordon veins and Major Caspar was as scrupulously polite to Caleb Gordon's wife as he would have been, and was, to the helpmate of Tike Bryerson, mountaineer and distiller of illicit whisky. Thomas Jefferson was vaguely indignant when Pettigrass came to ask his father to go forthwith to the manor-house.
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