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I anticipate no resistance and no flight. I'll give him his due. He is bold and he is ready, and the court room is his chosen field, where his gods fight for him. He'll give battle." The last of the Greenwood Carys moved from his place, walked to the window, and stood there in the light from the north. "Before Unity comes, sir, there is something I would like to say. It pertains to myself.
"Oh, Mother," cried the small daughter of the Carys, as she came up flushed and excited, "what do you reckon Sally Ann and me have been playing out in the woods!" "What, dear!" and Mrs. Cary's gentle hand went up to lift the hair back from her daughter's dampened forehead. "Blue Beard!" cried Virgie, with rounded eyes.
He didn't jest any more, he didn't smile and flash out something at them fit to make them hold their sides. He had aged ten years since September, he had the high look of the Carys, but he was even quieter than his brother had been all the sparkle and play dashed out as by a violent hand.
"His money is, dear child, and the Carys may need money in the near future." "I thought they were rich?" "Their money is in the mine." "But the mine is to be successful?" He smiled in good-natured amusement at her persistency. "Have you ever heard of a mine that wasn't to be successful? If you wait a moment, I will tell you the latest news. Here's a note from the Rajah."
Beyond that the Flippins had no family tree. Mary had seen the family tree at Huntersfield. It was rooted in aristocratic soil. There were Huguenot branches and Royalist branches D'Aubignes and Moncures, Peytons and Carys, Randolphs and Lees. And to match every name there was more than one portrait on the walls of Huntersfield.
Many private houses were closed, and the quiet of the doldrums fell upon the place. Jacqueline and Unity had been ten days in Albemarle. The two Carys, a servant behind them with their portmanteaus, rode away from the Swan on the first day of September. It was understood between the brothers that they were to make all haste to Greenwood.
The sun is down." She took the narrow path and he walked beside and above her as before. Darker crimson had come into the west, but the earth beneath had yet a glow and warmth. They took a path which led, not by way of the wood, but by the old Greenwood graveyard, the burying-place of the Carys.
Beyond that the Flippins had no family tree. Mary had seen the family tree at Huntersfield. It was rooted in aristocratic soil. There were Huguenot branches and Royalist branches D'Aubignes and Moncures, Peytons and Carys, Randolphs and Lees. And to match every name there was more than one portrait on the walls of Huntersfield.
"I don't care for such courtesy," answered Rand "Ludwell Cary had best look where he treads." "Well, I thought I'd tell you," said his colleague "I don't like the Carys, either! And so I'm not to go into that land scheme?" "No. It's a small thing, and not honest. Some day, Tom, I'll help you to a larger thing than that." "And honest?" said Mocket shrewdly.
Albemarle for Cary! The county for a gentleman!" "Mr. Ludwell Cary has arrived," announced the sheriff. "Here comes the gentleman!" cried a man from a windowsill. "Stand up, Lewis Rand, and show him a man!" The throng at the door parted, and with a Federalist and distinguished following the two Carys entered, the elder quiet and smiling, the younger flushed, bright-eyed, and anxious.
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