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Very soon she was quite absorbed, in practicing a difficult piece of music, which her lover had, heretofore, recommended in vain. "O, Miss DeWolf, there's a squaw here that wants to see you," said Sorrel Top, bursting suddenly into the room. "O, she's begging, no doubt. Give her what she wants, Sorrel Top, I'm engaged just now," and Little Wolf went on with her music. "There, I told you so.
I shall feel anxious 'till you return, Doctor, if indeed, you still think you must go back this morning. Could not Mr. Sherman go for you? Daddy might show him the way." Edward cast an imploring look towards the Doctor, who magnanimously sacrificed his own ease to the wishes of his friend. "It will be necessary, for me to go myself," he replied; "but give yourself no uneaseiness, Miss DeWolf.
"Miss DeWolf," said Hank, eagerly interrupting her, "do not curse me." "Vengeance is mine, and I will repay, saith the Lord," burst from Little Wolfs white lips. Is there not a curse which the liquor seller cannot escape?" The news of the sudden and unexpected death of Dr.
Approaching a large mirror, he bestowed a momentary attention upon his dress, but lingered lovingly over his glossy ringlets. "Miss DeWolf was a fool to turn the cold shoulder to me," said he to himself, as he gave the finishing touch to his soft flaxen hair. "I wonder if Bloody Jim really got her. If he has, wouldn't she be glad to fly to my arms, though."
To say the truth, he appeared secretly uneasy, glancing furtively behind at every sound as he hurried forward like one pursued. By, and by, out on the solitary highway he walked on with more confidence, and finally, after assuring himself that he was quite alone, began to let fall some very energetic expressions in which were mingled the names of Miss DeWolf, of Black Hawk and of Wycoff.
He walked along with Little Wolf and Fanny as far as the cross road, and when they parted, again renewed his vow right heartily. "Never fear, Miss DeWolf," he said, "I shall never taste another drop of liquor, so help me Almighty God." "There, now we are certain, ain't we, Miss DeWolf? for he asked God to help him.
"I do not know, I am sure," replied Edward nervously twirling his hat, "I have never had any conversation with her on the subject." "Miss DeWolf is orthodox, I am prepared to testify," exclaimed Louise, tripping into the room, and, before any question could be put as to the cause of her sudden return, she gratuitously gave the information.
Glutter, why didn't you tell me before?" said Edward smiling in spite of the sad errand that had brought him there, "all this time you have needlessly tormented yourself." "How so, Mr. Sherman?" "Why, Dr. DeWolf swallows a portion of that fourth proof every day. I have no doubt it was he who paid you the visit. I am certain that he knows something about the murder of Mrs.
"I prayed that I might be saved, and I was saved." "I wish you would pray we might get safely up this steep place into the road," said Edward. "Miss DeWolf is very little, replied Fanny hopefully, "I guess you can carry her up. If my cloak was off, I think I could walk by myself." Edward undid her cloak and stood her upon her feet.
The latter was evidently disgusted with the expression, "poor fellow," that fell once or twice from the lips of the young lady, and his annoyance reached the climax when, a moment's pause, she ventured to assert with one eye on her brother, that "the poor fellow" would never get any thanks, "for," said she, "Miss DeWolf detests him, I know she does." There was a short, awkward silence, which Mrs.
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