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Holt was smaller than his wife, neat in dress and unobtrusive in appearance. In the rich Mrs. Holt, the friend of the Randolph Leffingwells, Aunt Mary was prepared to find a more vapidly fashionable personage, and had schooled herself forthwith. "You are Mrs. Thomas Leffingwell?" she asked. "Well, I am relieved."
Perhaps he had not been asleep more than an hour, and it was natural that they should lie awake a while, talking about the coming of this young stranger or any other event of the day that interested them. Then he caught a tone or an inflection that he did not remember to have been used by either of the Leffingwells. A third signal of alarm was promptly registered on his brain.
The child partook of Aunt Mary's pride in that silver, made for a Kentucky great-grandfather Leffingwell by a famous Philadelphia silversmith three-quarters of a century before. Honora sighed. "What's the matter, Honora?" asked Aunt Mary, without pausing in her vigorous rubbing. "The Leffingwells used to be great once upon a time, didn't they, Aunt Mary?"
To jump at conclusions in this way is by no means to understand a heroine with an Ideal. She had these things, and strange as it may seem suffered. Her sunny drawing-room, with its gathered silk curtains, was especially beautiful; whatever the Leffingwells or Allisons may have lacked, it was not taste.
When he secured his own horse he had noticed that all the empty stalls were now filled, no doubt by the horses of the young Leffingwells and Kerins, but he was secure in his confidence that none could overtake the one he rode. He felt of that inside pocket of his vest.
To jump at conclusions in this way is by no means to understand a heroine with an Ideal. She had these things, and strange as it may seem suffered. Her sunny drawing-room, with its gathered silk curtains, was especially beautiful; whatever the Leffingwells or Allisons may have lacked, it was not taste.
Although he was quite sure there would be no pursuit the elder Leffingwells would certainly keep their sons from joining it he sent his great horse straight ahead at a good pace for a long time, the road being fairly good. His excitement and rapid motion kept him from noticing at first the great bitterness of the cold. When he had gone five or six miles he drew his horse down to a walk.
While they were still talking he put his saddle bags over his arm, opened the shutter its full width, and dropped quietly to the ground outside, remembering to take the precaution of closing the shutter behind him, lest the sudden inrush of cold startle the Leffingwells and their friends. It was an icy night, but Dick did not stop to notice it.
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