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He tipped over Grimshaw's glass, spilling the wine into the woman's lap. She leaped back, trembling with rage, swearing in the manner of her kind. "Quiet," Grimshaw said. And her fury receded before his glance; she melted, acquiesced, smiled. Then Grimshaw smiled, too, and putting the glass to rights with a leisurely gesture, said, "Cabbage.
The Negro coughed again, and whispered: "I saw it comin', boss." Grimshaw said simply: "Thank you." "I'm scared, boss." "That's all right. I'll see you through." "I'm dyin', boss." "Is it hard?" "Yessir." "Hold my hand. That's right. Nothing to be afraid of." The Negro's eyes fixed themselves on Grimshaw's face a sombre look came into their depths. "I'm goin', boss." Grimshaw lifted him again.
Serena she went, but within a week she was home in disgrace. The clouds were fast gathering over poor San Souci's heavens. The commodore had quite recovered for the time being, and he began to urge the marriage of his niece with his favorite. Dr. Grimshaw's importunities were also becoming very tiresome. They were no longer a jest. She could no longer divert herself with them.
"Lor', my dearie, what a pretty picture you be, to be sure!" was Granny Grimshaw's greeting, and again a tremor of misgiving went through the girl's heart. Had she made herself too pretty for the occasion? She mustered spirit, however, to laugh at the compliment, and busied herself with the final arrangements. Jeff appeared a few minutes later, clad in black but not in evening dress.
Old Grimshaw's just as sure to nab him as you're a white man. He'll buy and sell a saint for the fees, and gives such an extended construction to the terms of the act that you need expect no special favor at his hands. The law's no fiction with him. I'm sorry, Captain: you may judge his conduct as an index of that of our people, and I know him so well that I fear the consequences."
The preparations went forward under Granny Grimshaw's guidance without a hitch, but they were kept busy up to the last moment, and on the day before Christmas Eve Doris scribbled a hasty note to Hugh Chesyl, excusing herself from attending the meet.
You remember his imprisonment; the bitter invective of his enemies; the defection of his followers; the dark scandals that filled the newspapers, offended public taste, and destroyed Cecil Grimshaw's popularity in an England that had worshipped him! Esther Levenson lied to save him. That was the strangest thing of all. She denied what she had told us that night of the tragedy.
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