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But Susan was prepared for this move. It was what she expected. "Oh, Leff," she called, lazily. "Come back, you've forgotten your strawberries." And he had to come back, furious and helpless, he had to come back. He had not courage for a word, did not dare even to meet her gaze lifted mildly to his. He snatched up the pail and lurched off and Susan returned to her sewing, smiling to herself.
Susan, sitting on a box, with a treasure of dead branches at her feet, waited yet a space before setting them in the fire form. She was sunk in the apathy of the body surrendered to restoring processes. The men's voices entered the channels of her ears and got no farther. Her vision acknowledged the figure of Leff nearby sewing up a rent in his coat, but her brain refused to accept the impression.
I could get no explanation of this last riddle, except, "Dat mean, if you go on de leff, go to 'struction, and if you go on de right, go to God, for sure." In others, more of spiritual conflict is implied, as in this next "I wants to go where Moses trod, O de dying Lamb! For Moses gone to de promised land, O de dying Lamb! To drink from springs dat never run dry, O, &c. Cry O my Lord! O, &c.
He made a movement of his head toward Leff. "Why didn't you let me kill him?" he said huskily. It broke the tension. Their eyes dropped to Leff, who lay motionless and unconscious, blood on his lips, a slip of white showing under his eyelids. The doctor dropped on his knees beside him and opened his shirt.
'speck ebbery ting be dull, wuss nor ditch-water. No more fun no more shuffle-foot. Old maussa no like de fiddle, and nebber hab party and jollication like udder people. Don't tink I can stay here, Mass Ra'ph, after you gone; 'spose, you no 'jection, I go 'long wid you? You leff me, I take to de swamp, sure as a gun." "No, Cæsar, you are not mine; you belong to your young mistress.
There was a sputter and sizzle and Leff muttered profanely before he took up the dropped thread: "The man that drives the mules, he's a hired man that the old gentleman's had for twenty years.
Was there any hope that his presence might have been the cause of some small fraction of that enjoyment? He put out a timid feeler: "I wonder why you enjoyed it. Perhaps Leff and I amused you a little." It was certainly a humble enough remark, but it caused a slight stiffening and withdrawal in the young girl. She instinctively felt the pleading for commendation and resented it.
"Wal," said old Joe, "he most certainly come back into the fort with a dog. I was there and seen him." Leff snickered, even the doctor's voice showed the incredulous note when he asked: "Where could it have come from?" The tall man shrugged. "Don't ask me. All I know is that Jim Cockrell swore to it and I've heard him tell it drunk and sober and always the same way. He held out for the angel.
He improved, and Susan turned her face again to the world and smiled. Such was the changefulness of her mood that her smiles were as radiant and generously bestowed as her previous demeanor had been repelling. Even Leff got some of them, and they fell on David prodigal and warming as the sunshine. Words to match went with them.
The branch he thrust under the wheel was ground to splinters and the animals grew rigid in their effort to resist the backward drag. Leff gripped the wheel, cursing, his hands knotted round the spokes, his back taut and muscle-ridged under the thin shirt. The cracked voice of Daddy John came from beyond the canvas hood and David's urgent cries filled the air.
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