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Updated: May 27, 2025
"Ah! but, Dolf, Dolf!" cried his wife, laying her hands upon his neck, "my good, kind, patient fellow, when I had been at home a very little while how different! Oh, Dolf, dear, how different it was! I felt as if there was a rush of recollection on me, all at once, that softened my hard heart, and filled it up till it was bursting.
Another bit from Eirrarsson's poem came back to him: We sit in the twilight, the shadows among, And we talk of the happy days when we were brave and young. That was for the old ones, for Colonel Zareff and Judge Ledue and Dolf Kellton, maybe even for Tom Brangwyn and Franz Veltrin and for his father. But his brother Charley and the boys of his generation would have a future to talk about.
"Nelle is a capital cook," said Tobias. "I know King Leopold eats scheisels cooked in wine, but Nelle makes them just as good with water." "This is indeed a fine Saint Nicholas we are keeping," said Dolf to his wife, smacking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "We shall always remember eating tripe on St. Nicholas day this year." Nelle now got up and pushed the frying-pan on the fire.
Mellen was about to order them away from that part of the house the veriest trifle irritated him now when Clorinda's next words made him pause. "I wish he'd hev it dug up by the roots," she said; "I do 'lieve dat ar tree is haunted." "Haunted!" screamed Dolf, who possessed a large share of the superstition of his race. "Now what does yer mean, Miss Clorindy?"
"Vic, don't be so audacious, you lovely spitfire; go this minute and make up with her, or we've lost all chance of that new cotillion I was learning you." "I can't! I won't!" burst forth the pretty, bronze fury, stamping down the mat and her apron under it. "She's a a she's fat cattle, thar!" Dolf snatched the little sprite from the rug, and stopped her mouth with no, it wasn't with his hand.
What right had Clorinda to tell about her apron, or drive her down stairs? She cast an imploring glance at Dolf, but he looked resolutely away. "Come in, gemmen, out ob sight ob dis obstinit chile," cried Clorinda, almost sweeping poor little Vic down with a flourish of her skirts. "No," interposed gentlemanly Dolf, who had a genius for keeping out of storms.
Dolf, dear Dolf, there are times when I think it would almost be better to be up there now, so that I might tell the good Virgin all you have done for me." "Riekje, I am sad when you are sad: you do not wish to make me unhappy about you this evening?" "No, Dolf dear, I would give my life to save you one moment's pain."
Clo stared at him in tearless horror; a new fear struck her; was he going to prove false? "Don't talk so," she said; "tink of yesterday, Dolf!" Dolf drew himself up, and looked first at her and then at the company with an air of profound astonishment. "I tink her brain am turned," said he. "'Taint!" roared Clo.
After tea Dolf brought out a pack of cards a pack which had mysteriously disappeared from the library table some time before and inducted the ladies into the mysteries of sundry little games, winning their pennies easily and cheating them without the slightest compunction.
"Ef yer can't answer a civil question as it outer be, yer needn't stay round dis part of de house." "Don't be ravagerous," returned Dolf. "Any question ob yours it is my delight to answer, only propose it." "I does, plainly enough. What's marster gwine to have done to dat ar ole tree?" "Hab de airth dug up," said Dolf, deeming it wiser to use a more simple phraseology; "he's 'feared it's dying."
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