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Updated: June 29, 2025
Tell Cassie I want my breakfast." At breakfast he glanced at Lulu's empty chair, but said nothing. In the house all was as if no great sin and sorrow had darkened its threshold and left a stain upon its hearthstone. The churning and cleaning was going on as usual.
Cassie was a white man's friend, and to that man she was true; but Cassie's story of betrayal, disappointment, misery at the hands of that long haired brute who afterwards became her master, would make the strongest heart weep. You will stand by your colored girl friend. Perhaps you think you would, but I doubt it, Ben Hartright.
"And I hate you!" said Kathleen. She tossed her head and walked away. Cassandra waited until she was out of hearing. "You look very pale, dear Ruth," she said. "Come home with me, won't you?" Ruth did not speak. Cassandra laid her hand on her arm. "Why, you are trembling," she said. "What has that horrid girl done to you?" "Nothing nothing." "But she has." "Please, Cassie, she is not horrid."
He felt alert and ready for work; now he made some tea by blending cassie with iris, then, sure of his technique, he decided to proceed with a fulminating phrase whose thunderous roar would annihilate the insidious odor of almond still hovering over his room.
But Cassie was always on the watch for him and he could not escape from the machine-works without falling into one of her ambushes. She would carry him off to tea, and he never left without finding himself pledged to return in the evening. In his loneliness, hopelessness, and desolation he found it dangerously sweet to be thus petted and sought after.
Cassie made no demands of him and acquiesced with apparent cheerfulness in the implication that he loved another woman. She humbly accepted the little that was left over, and, though she wept many hot tears in secret, outwardly at least she never rebelled or reproached him. She knew that to do either would be to lose him.
He did not resist when she suddenly put her arms around him and pressed his head against her bosom, calling him her boy and her darling; but remained passive in her embrace, pleased and yet ashamed, and touched to the quick with self-contempt. "You mustn't," he said, freeing himself. "Cassie, it's wrong it's dreadful. You mustn't think I love you, because I don't."
But I advise you as a matter of common decency to stay here until this affair is investigated." But they didn't. Many of them hastily gathered up their wraps and went out of the house as quickly as possible. Cassie Weldon came to me in her distress. "I must go, Mr. Calhoun," she said. "Don't you think I may? Why, it would interfere greatly with my work to have it known that I was mixed up in a "
White cuffs edged the sleeves of his gray business suit, and wonder of wonders! he wore a white shirt with a white collar, in which there was tied a neat bow of last wonder of all modest gray! "I suppose that costume is due to distinctly feminine influence, eh, Biff?" "Guilty as Cassie Chadwick!" replied Biff with a sheepish grin. "She's tryin' to civilize me." "Who is?" demanded Bobby.
At last, in grim despair, he gave up appearances and patrolled the second-floor hall until the night nurse fixed upon him such a greenly suspicious eye that he fled to his quarters vowing unspeakable things. Even old Cassie, the scrub-woman, shared in the general misery Cassie, who had brewed the egg-shell charm against Trustee Days.
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