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Champney," said Miss Sally plaintively, "I've lost my glove somewhere near pooah Brooks's tomb in the hollow. Won't you go and fetch it, and come back here to take me home? The co'nnle has got to go and see his sick niggers in the hospital." Champney lifted his hat, nodded genially to Courtland, and disappeared below the cypresses on the slope.
Yo' 'd have had yo'r soldiers; I'd have had back my nigger, which" demurely "yo' don't seem to worry yo'self much about, co'nnle; and there isn't a So'th'n man would have objected. But," still more demurely, and affectedly smoothing out her crisp skirt with her little hands, "yo' haven't been troubling me much with yo'r counsel lately." A swift and utterly new comprehension swept over Courtland.
He thanked her gravely and earnestly, but without gallantry or effusion, and had the satisfaction of seeing the mischief in her eyes increase in proportion to his seriousness, and heard her say with affected concern: "Bear up, co'nnle! Don't let it worry yo' till the time comes," and took his leave.
"I vow and protest, co'nnle," she said, dropping into one of the quaint survivals of an old-time phraseology peculiar to her people, "I never allowed yo' could just give yo'self up to business, soul and body, as yo' do, when I first met yo' that day." "Why, what did you think me?" he asked quickly.
She stopped hesitated a singular weakness for so self-contained a nature and then slowly produced from her pocket a second letter the one that Courtland had directed to the company. "I didn't read THIS letter, as I just told yo' co'nnle, for I reckon I know what's in it, but I thought I'd bring it with me too, in case YO' CHANGED YO'R MIND."
Speak, Miss Dows give me some hope. Miss Dows! Sally!" She had drawn herself away, distressed, protesting, her fair head turned aside, until with a slight twist and narrowing of her hand she succeeded in slipping it from the glove which she left a prisoner in his eager clasp. "There! Yo' can keep the glove, co'nnle," she said, breathing quickly. "Sit down!
Miss Reed's dark eyes glanced sideways at the handsome face and elegant figure beside her. Something like a saucy smile struggled to her thin lips. "There mightn't be much to choose, Co'nnle." "I admit it. We should both acknowledge our mistress, and be like wax in her hands." "Yo' ought to make that pooty speech to Sally Dows, she's generally mistress around here.
I despise this foolishness as much as yo', but I can't run away from it. Come, co'nnle, I won't ask yo' to forget this; mo', I'll even believe yo' MEANT it, but yo' 'll promise me yo' won't speak of it again as long as yo' are with the company and Aunt Miranda and me! There mustn't be more there mustn't even SEEM to be more between us." "But then I may hope?" he said, eagerly grasping her hand.
Your COUSIN will give you the counsel of race and closer ties." To his infinite astonishment, Miss Sally leaned forward in her chair and buried her laughing face in both of her hands. When her dimples had become again visible, she said with an effort, "Don't yo' think, co'nnle, that as a peacemaker my cousin was even a bigger failure than yo'self?" "I don't understand," stammered Courtland.
"And now, Co'nnle, if yo'll come down, Mr. Champney will show yo' round the fahm. When yo' 've got through yo'll find me here at work." Courtland would have preferred, and half looked for her company and commentary on this round of inspection, but he concealed his disappointment and descended.
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