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"I got your note last night in Washington," he returned. "It was forwarded by mail from Applegate. Is the doctor still with her?" "No, he has just gone. The rector is there now. She finds him a great comfort." "It was so sudden, Aunt Kesiah she appeared well when I left her. What caused the attack?" "A talk she had had with Mr. Chamberlayne.
Reuben bowed and passed on, a little flattered by the other's intimate tone, while Gay followed Kesiah into the drawing-room, and put a question to her which had perplexed him since the night of his arrival. "Aunt Kesiah, was old Reuben Merryweather on friendly terms with my uncle?" She started and looked at him with a nervous twitching of her eyelids.
Peace had been provided for her if not by generously presenting her with the things that she desired, still quite as effectually by crippling the energy of her desires, until they were content to sun themselves quietly in a row, like aged, enfeebled paupers along the south wall of the poorhouse. "Aunt Kesiah," said Gay, stopping beside her, "do you think any of us understand Molly's character?
Jonathan had just gone down to buy the evening papers; in the next room she could hear Kesiah at the unpacking; so she was left for a moment alone with her imagination.
Without a word, he turned from her and walked rapidly down the path Blossom had followed. When he had disappeared, Molly went up the walk to the Italian garden, and then ascending the front steps passed into the drawing room, where Kesiah and Mrs. Gay sat in the glow of a cedar fire, reading a new life of Lord Byron.
Left to himself, Gay wheeled about and passed into the side-garden, where he found Kesiah snipping off withered roses with a pair of pruning shears.
"I've gone kind of faint, honey," he added, "an' I reckon we'd both like a sip of blackberry wine if you've got it handy. Miss Kesiah gave me something to drink, but my throat was so stiff I couldn't swallow it."
These people had got the upper hand certainly, as Aunt Kesiah had complained. "If you think I'll tamely submit to open robbery by such insolent rascals as you, you're mistaken, young man," he returned. The next instant he sprang aside and knocked up Archie's gun, which had been levelled at him.
The conversation had been pleasant enough, yet Kesiah had meant to show in it that she considered Molly's position changed since the evening before; and it was this very suggestion that the girl had tossed lightly aside tossed without rudeness or malice, but with a firmness, a finality, which appeared to settle the question forever. The acknowledged daughter of Mr.
Kesiah, who had leaned back during the conversation, with the scowling look she wore when her heart was moved, nodded grimly while she felt in the black travelling bag she carried for Mrs. Gay's salts. She was one of those unfortunate women of a past generation, who, in offering no allurement to the masculine eye, appeared to defeat the single end for which woman was formed.
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