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"That infernal 'Dora' Eweword has had the cheek to give me a ring, and that's what I've done with it, and that's all the hope he has of ever marrying me," she exclaimed, bringing the heel of her high-arched foot another thump on the fragments. "He's a bit too quick with his signs and badges of slavery.
Did he tell you?" interestedly inquired Andrew. "He mentioned that he would leave for South Australia by the express this evening," I replied, but did not add that his going to Europe was a little stretched. Dawn was quiet. Her merry impudence did not enliven the company that night, and after tea, when Eweword caught her alone for a few moments as I was leaving the room, he said
"I can't; I'd like to please you," she said somewhat softening, "but I've promised 'Dora' Eweword I'll go out rowing with him again to-morrow. He says he has something to say to me." "He's been going to say this something a long time." "Yes, but I stave him off. I know what it is right enough, and I don't want to hear it; but I suppose I had better please grandma." "So you like him?"
Seeing that the "red-headed mug" had reappeared, in the hope of permanently extirpating him "Dora" Eweword was anxious to announce his engagement, but with threats of immediate extermination if he should so much as give a hint of it, Dawn kept him in abeyance, and altogether behaved so erratically that Andrew candidly published his belief that she had gone "ratty."
He's the kind of old cove I'd like to get real narked and then scoot. Wouldn't he splutter and think himself Lord Muck, and that every one oughter be licking his boots!" Dawn and "Dora" Eweword were still hanging over a garden fence as Andrew went after his cows and I betook myself to the house.
Encouraged by me, Ernest leant forward and addressed a few remarks to Dawn, which she received so coolly that he distraitly talked to me instead, and as people began to gather, above the majority towered the fair head and striking profile of him I had first seen dealing in pumpkins, and who was colloquially known as "Dora" Eweword.
"Dora" Eweword was in attendance, so I despatched him to ascertain if grandma were all right, and took advantage of his absence to say "I see Ernest has returned to see the result of Leslie Walker's candidature." "Then it's a wonder he didn't stay in Townend. They'll know the results there sooner," she replied with studied indifference.
When we pulled down stream again between the fertile farm-lands spread with occasional orange and lemon groves, beautiful with their great crops of yellowing fruit, we found that the other party were already deserting their craft. "We had to give it best. Mr Eweword soon got winded.
"Thanks. Well, that's 'Dora' Eweword that's doin' a kill with Dawn now." "Dora is a funny name for a man." "It ain't his name. He's called it for a lark because he was after a girl up in town named Dora Cowper. She serves in a hay and corn store at the corner. Things were gettin' on pretty strong, and he used to be taking her out all hours of the night and day.
Are you sure you are not flirting with Ernest? I can't have his wings singed; I think too much of him, and shall have to warn him that you are booked for 'Dora' Eweword." This was said experimentally, for to do Dawn justice, though she had every temptation, she had nothing of the flirt in her composition. "I can't go and say to him, 'Don't you fall in love with me," said Dawn contentiously.
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