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This meant a renunciation of Cissie Dildine; but he told himself he renounced very little. He had no reason to think that Cissie cared a picayune about him. Peter's work kept him indoors for a number of days following the encounter. He was reviewing some primary school work in order to pass a teacher's examination that would be held in Jonesboro, the county seat, in about three weeks.
And, as far as Peter knew, he was the only person in the South who saw it or felt it or cared anything at all about it. When Cissie Dildine came to the surface of Peter's mind she remained there, whirling around and around in his chaotic thoughts.
You think about ever'thing, in the woods. Damn it! I got to git out o' this little jay town. D' reckon I could git in the navy, Siner?" "Don't see why you couldn't, Sam. Have you seen Tump Pack anywhere?" "Yeah; on Hobbett's corner. Say, is Cissie Dildine at home?" "I believe she is." "She cooks for us," explained young Arkwright, "and Mammy wants her to come and git supper, too."
"I suttinly don' want no light-fingered hussy ma'yin' my son," proceeded the voice, "an' de whole Dildine fambly 'll bear watchin'." "Won't you have a seat?" asked Peter, exquisitely uncomfortable. Cissie handed him her plate in confusion. "Why, no, Mr. Siner," she hastened on, in her careful grammar, "I just ran over to "
It is the ways and means committee to the great legislature of the body. For several days after his fear that Peter Siner would marry Cissie Dildine old Captain Renfrew was as felicitous as a lover newly reconciled to his mistress. He ambled between the manor and the livery- stable with an abiding sense of well-being.
The girl carried a big package in her arms, and now she manipulated this to put out a slender hand to Peter. "This is Cissie Dildine, Mister Siner." She smiled up at him. "I just came over to put my name down on your list. There was such a mob at the Benevolence Hall last night I couldn't get to you."
"Me sweatin' over de wash-pot," the negress went on, "so's you could go up North an' learn a lil sense; heah you comes back chasin' a dutty slut!" "But, Mother," he begged thickly, "I was simply walking home with Miss Dildine." "Miss Dildine! Miss Dildine!" exploded the ponderous woman, with an erasing gesture.
When Siner opened the door, the vague resemblance of the slender, creamy girl on the threshold to Ida May again struck him; but Cissie Dildine was younger, and her polished black hair lay straight on her pretty head, and was done in big, shining puffs over her ears in a way that Ida May's unruly curls would never have permitted.
As for Cissie Dildine, his duty by the girl, his queer protective passion for her all that was surely past now. After her lapse from all decency there was no reason why he should spend another thought on her. He would go North to Chicago. The last of the twilight was fading in swift, visible gradations of light. The cedars, the cabins, and the hill faded in pulse-beats of darkness.
She don' shoot craps, nor boot- laig, nor " He fell to coughing. Peter got out a handkerchief and wiped his eyes. "Let's go to the Dildine house," he said. The two moved hurriedly through the thinning cloud, and presently came to breathable air, where they could see the houses around them. "I know she done somp'n; I know she done somp'n," chanted Tump, with the melancholy cadence of his race.
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