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He was willing to bear the blame until Kincaid should have ample time to disappear. "Yes; and with all due allowance for your provocation, it was a good bit beneath you, my boy." The younger man laughed grimly. "Wait till you know the full size of the provocation, Doctor. I'm not half as bad as I might be. Another man would have left him to burn here and hereafter." The doctor said no more.
Nevertheless he was very glad when the last had found its place on the pile amidship. "Good boy!" said Mr. Kincaid. "Now it's all over." It was somewhat after twilight; although objects about were still to be made out in the unearthly half-illumination that precedes starlight. Mr. Kincaid lifted his punt-pole and allowed the duck-boat to be carried down wind to the other side of the pond.
There were bad knees and ankles and shoulders galore. He began at the soles of the feet and went up to the crown of the head. "Take off those shoes, Kincaid," he commanded. "The soles are worn so thin that you can't help feeling the cleats through them. Before you know it, your feet'll be so bruised that you'll be wanting a crutch."
"I swear to you it is true!" whispered the lithe boaster, with a gleeful quiver from head to foot. "Listen! First purely, of course, for love of Anna I have conspired with the General to marry her to Kincaid. And, second, also purely for love of her, I have conspired with Irby to keep her and Kincaid forever and a day apart!"
The Irby-value of things was all that ever seriously engaged the ever serious cousin. Just now his eyes had left the shore, where Flora's lingered, and he was speaking of Kincaid. "I see," he said, "what you think: that although no one of these things uncle Brodnax's nonsense, Greenleaf's claims, Hilary's own preaching against against, eh " "Making brides to-day and widows to-morrow?"
It was torture for the sensitive girl who saw in each cold eye the thought that she had killed a man killed a human being for money! A feeling of overwhelming pity surged over Kincaid as he looked at her, a feeling so strong that when she raised her eyes and gazed squarely into his he wondered if he had spoken aloud.
"Come with me back!" whispered Flora, dragging on him with bending knees. "She's lost! She's gone back to those Yankee, and to Fred Greenleaf! And you" the whisper rose to a murmur whose pathos grew with her Creole accent "you, another step and you are a deserter! Yes! to your country to Kincaid' Batt'ree to me-me-me!" The soft torrent of speech grew audible beyond them: "Oh, my God!
Ay tank he tank so, too. "What do we do with it now? Ay can't go back to the Kincaid. Rokoff would have me shot; but you can go back. Ay take you to the sea, and then some of these black men they take you to the ship eh?" "No! no!" cried Jane. "Not for the world. I would rather die than fall into the hands of that man again. No, let us go on and take this poor little creature with us.
The battery he had sent word to them at sunrise, but had just learned that his messenger had missed them the battery was at last ordered" etc. "Mon Dieu!" gasped the old lady as if this was too cruelly sudden, and, "Oh, my brother! Oh, Captain Kincaid!" beautifully sighed Flora, from whom the grandmother had heard the news hours before.
She swore a dozen times that she would not leave the Kincaid without her baby, and yet she remained clothed long past her usual hour for retiring, and her blankets were neatly rolled and bound with stout cord, when about midnight there came a stealthy scratching upon the panels of her door. Swiftly she crossed the room and drew the bolt.
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