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Updated: May 25, 2025
Passing a seat occupied by one of the sitting out couples, Pinckney noticed the woman's fan which her partner was playing with; it was his own gift to Frances Rhett. The man was Silas Grangerson and the woman was Frances. They were talking, but as he passed them their voices ceased. He felt their eyes upon him, then, when he had got twenty paces or so away, he heard Frances laugh.
Death from snake bite was a low down business, it was no end for a Grangerson; but there in the swamp to the left a man might lie forever without being found out. He turned from the road to the left and walked away among the trees. The ground here sank beneath the foot, a vague haze hung above the marsh and the ponds.
You might have struck Silas Grangerson without upsetting his balance, but the slightest suspicion of a sneer raised all the devil in him. Had Phyl been a man he would have knocked him off the log. He cast the stump of his cigarette on the ground and pounded it with his heel. Had there been anything breakable within reach he would have broken it. Her anger with him vanished and she laughed.
Rachel was the most privileged of the servants, a trustworthy woman with a character and will of her own, and absolutely devoted to the interests of the house. "Mistress Pinckney," said the coloured woman closing the door. "Ole Colonel Grangerson's coachman's in de kitchen, an' he says Miss Phyl's been an' run off with young Silas Grangerson dis very mornin'."
I'd sooner see her dead in her coffin than married to Silas There, you have it plain and straight. He'll make her life a misery. Let me speak, Seth Grangerson, you are just going to hear the truth for once. You have ruined that boy the way you've brought him up, he was crazy wild to start with and you've never checked him.
Secondly, because he wanted to hit and hurt Phyl whom he loved, thirdly, because he wanted to torture himself, fourthly, because he loathed and hated Silas Grangerson, fifthly, because in his heart of hearts he knew what he was doing was wrong. You never know really what is in a man till he is pinched by Love.
He had the pleasure of watching Frances dancing the next waltz with Silas Grangerson, and Silas had the pleasure of watching him as he stood talking to one of the elderly ladies and looking on.
Colonel Seth Grangerson of Grangerson House, Grangerville, S. Carolina, was ill. Miss Pinckney was his nearest relative, the nearest at least with whom he was not fighting, and he had wired to her, or rather his son had wired to her, to come at once. "As if I were a bird," said the old lady.
He was dressed in light grey tweeds, his linen was immaculate youthful and still a beau in point of dress, and bearing himself erect with the aid of a walking stick, a crutch handled stick of clouded malacca, Colonel Seth Grangerson, for he it was, had come to his front door, drawn by the sound of the one thing he detested more than anything in life, a motor car. "Why, Lord!
He had no right to indulge in any fancies at all about Phyl as regarded himself. Then Miss Pinckney came out on the piazza and Phyl rose to go into the house. When Silas Grangerson left the cemetery of St. Michael's he walked for half a mile without knowing or caring in what direction he was going. Phyl had done more than slap his face.
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