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Sometimes Elizabeth glanced over at the pair, and then some sharp pain contracted her brows, but there was no other appearance of emotion; she would control even that instantly, and bending her head once more, listen patiently to her persecutor's verbiage. Dolf announced dinner, and the party passed into the dining-room, Mr. Rhodes honoring the hostess with his arm.
"Go on; oh, do go on!" cried Dolf. Could the pair have seen the face leaning over the balcony, straining to catch every word, they might almost have thought that one of the ghosts they so dreaded had started up before them. "I came in sight ob de cypress tree," recommenced Clo, working up her story to a climax with great art. "Yes, yes," said Dolf again. "In sight ob de tree "
"Jis' what I've allers said," remarked Dolf, with great earnestness; "sich secrets, says I, is Miss Clorindy's own." "Yes, dey be," said Clo, holding on to the sides of her stool as tightly as if it had been the box which contained her treasures.
"Then show me your beautiful white teeth, Riekje, and turn round and smile at me." "As you will, my Dolf, for all my joys and sorrows are yours. I have only you in the world." "Since that is so, Riekje, I wish to be everything to you; your father, your husband, and your child. Tell me, Riekje, I am your baby, am I not? There will be two of us to love our mother."
Nelle turned quickly to Riekje: "Get up, my girl, so that I may see whether I am to kiss your good-for- nothing husband." Dolf bent over Riekje and looked under her chair, pretending not to find anything at first; finally he held the jug of milk triumphantly out at arm's length. He laughed gayly, his hand on his thigh: "Ah! who'll be kissed now, mother? Who'll be kissed?"
Moseby's lost ten thousand dollars; he'd orter know. De bank's gone to smash, clar nuff." Clo burst into a new paroxysm of distress, and Dolf, after a brief struggle with his own disappointment, turned on her: "Yer needn't rouse de house wid yer hurlyburly," said he, savagely. "Better 'member Miss Elsie's sick."
"Yes," said Dolf, fearing she would go off in a long digression and lose sight of the all-important topic, "dey is refreshin'; as preserves is to de taste so is meetin's to de spirit soothin', yer know." "Jis' so," said Clorinda. "Wal, yer was comin' home," suggested Dolf. "Yes; two or tree on 'em came with me to de gate and dar dey left me.
She made another grimace, unseen by Clorinda, which nearly sent Dolf into fits, but he restrained his merriment, and answered with the gravity of a judge: "Miss Clorindy overcomes whatever she puts on, but since yer wishes my honest 'pinion, I must say I tink blue's about de proper touch fur her."
Riekje took Dolf's head in her hands, and kissed his cheeks; she paused from time to time as one pauses when drinking sweet liqueur to enjoy the flavor, and then drinks again. Then she put her lips to his ear and whispered: "Dolf, my darling Dolf, will you love it?" Dolf raised his hand solemnly. "I call God to witness, Riekje, I shall love it as if it were my own flesh and blood."
"Does yer mean that?" she demanded, sternly. "Sartin, I does." "Yer denies kneelin' at my feet an' sayin', "Wasn't de onions made yer cry;" a pleadin' and a coaxin' till I 'sented to marry yer." "In course I does," repeated Dolf, doggedly. "Take care! Jis' tink!" "Miss Clo, dis ere ain't decorous; I'se 'stonished at yer!" With a bound like an unchained tigress Clo sprang at him.
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