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It was the face of Dr. Ebbett.... Then she heard a voice which sounded to her unduly loud saying: "I do," and realized that it was her own. Later she was reliably informed that she had appeared splendidly collected and regally happy. This blurred focus of realization left her only when she found herself in her own room and heard Mary Barrascale's voice speaking.
Ebbett had given Eben Tollman when they talked of a merciful release for the dog that had outlived his enjoyment of life. "I don't believe I'll ever find him alive," he said very slowly, under his breath; "I think I understand."
"The traitoress has the infamy to smile at me whom she has betrayed," was the thought in his heart. "It will soon be time!" These final minutes of necessary waiting and dissembling were the most unendurable of all this damming back of a madman's thirst for vengeance. Ebbett had said that there is a prefatory period of excitation followed shortly by languor.
Ebbett paused, listening to the blizzard's shrieking outside, then he replied evenly: "He's too intensely a New Englander. The somber and narrow man represses one-half of his being and straightway sets up a Mr. Hyde in ambush to make war on his Dr. Jekyl. Our lunatic asylums are full of patients whose repressions have driven them mad.
And the two men climbed the stairs and separated toward the doors of their respective rooms. Dr. Ebbett left just after breakfast the next day, but on the verge of his departure he remembered and mentioned the dog. "I've been meaning to shoot him," confessed Tollman, "but I've shrunk from playing executioner." "Shooting is an awkward method," advised the doctor.
Fortunately, his wife's exuberance of spirit seems to have brightened it into normality." "But what, exactly, did you fear, Doctor?" "I'm afraid I'd have to grow tediously technical to make that clear, but if you can stand it, I'll try." "I wish you would," the younger man assured him. Dr. Ebbett leaned back and studied the ash of his cigar.
"If Kennedy should go bad today," pressed Dick eagerly, "I trust you will be willing order me in from second to the box. I know that I won't disappoint you. Ebbett and Dunstan are both good men at second." Captain Maitland looked thoughtful. "I'm afraid, Prescott, if Kennedy does happen to go stale, we'll have to call on you." "I won't disappoint you, if you do, Captain!"
Eben was a sober-sided kid in his cradle and the girl is all fire and bloom. Fortunately it doesn't seem to have occurred to her that there's any disparity." He paused, then demanded: "Ebbett, you're a psychologist. What do you think?" Dr. Ebbett took his cigar from his lips and studied it with deliberation. When he spoke his words were laconic. "I think it's as dangerous as hell."
The whole Puritan code is a religion of repression and it's viciously dangerous." Dr. Ebbett paused and sent a cloud of cigar smoke outward. His voice abandoned the lecture-room professionalism into which it had fallen. "But, as you say, that is all academic. Perhaps the bride has youth and humor enough to leaven the whole lump."
Ebbett, who followed, hit at the third offer, driving the ball almost under the feet of Lehigh's right-fielder. As that man seized it he saw that Greg was within kicking distance of second bag, so he threw to first and Ebbett was out. Dick now stepped confidently forward. He looked at Lehigh's tired pitcher with a challenging smile. At the first offer, Prescott struck the leather sphere -crack!
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