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"An' an' my marriage was all a lie?" "Did ye think Dave Roush would marry a Clanton? He's a bad lot, Dave is, but he ain't come that low yet." For the first and last time in her life 'Lindy fainted. Presently she floated back to consciousness and the despair of a soul mortally stricken. She saw it all now. The lies of Dave Roush had enticed her into a trap.
He went forward to meet and to stop the carriage, out of which, at his suggestion, Mrs. de Noël readily came down to join us. "Do not get up, Mr. Lyndsay," she called out as she came towards us, "or I will go away. I don't want to sit down." "Sit down, Lindy," said Atherley sharply, "Cissy likes tobacco in the open air." She rested her arms upon the gate and looked downwards.
"Now how the deuce should I know?" he answered. "I've done everything with blind servility since I came into this house. I never asked for any reason it never would have done any good. I suppose she thought that you were well on the road to recovery, and she knew that Lindy was an old hand. And then the doctor is to come in." "Why didn't you go?"
Dazed, I watched her open the bedroom doors, motion to Lindy to pass through, and then she had closed them again and I was alone in the darkened parlor. The throbbing in my head was gone, and a great clearness had come with a great fear. I stood, I know not how long, listening to the groans that came through the wall, for Mrs. Temple was in agony.
"I ain't got any mother, Dave." Again she choked in her throat. "You wouldn't take advantage of me, would you?" He protested hotly. Desiring only to be convinced, 'Lindy took one last precaution. "Swear you'll do right by me always." He swore it. She put her hand in his and he led her to the boat. Ranse Roush was at the oars. Before he had taken a dozen strokes a wave of terror swept over her.
"No, Lindy will never see the ghost; he is too much of a sceptic. Even if he saw it he would not believe in it, and there is nothing a ghost hates like that. But he has seen the people who saw the ghost, and he tells their several stories very well." "Would you tell me, Mr. Lyndsay?" asked Mrs. de Noël.
Temple sees no one," I asked. "Dar's one lady come hyar ebery week, er French lady, but she speak English jes' like the Mistis. Dat's my fault," said Lindy, showing a line of white teeth. "Your fault," I exclaimed. "Yassir. When I comed here from Caroliny de Mistis done tole me not ter let er soul in hyah. One day erbout three mont's ergo, dis yer lady come en she des wheedled me ter let her in.
"What are you doin' here, Dave Roush?" the girl demanded. "Are you crazy?" "I'm here because you are, 'Lindy Clanton," he answered promptly. "That's a right good reason, ain't it?" The pink splashed into her cheeks like spilled wine. "You'd better go. If dad saw you " He laughed hardily. "There'd be one less Roush or one less Clanton," he finished for her.
"I reckon yore folks will kill the fatted calf for you," jeered Hugh Roush. "They tell me you always been mighty high-heeled, 'Lindy Clanton. Mebbe you won't hold yore head so high now." The girl rode between them down from the hills. Who knows into what an agony of fear and remorse and black despair she fell? She could not go home a cast-off, a soiled creature to be scorned and pointed at.
"But, Aunt Linda, you didn't make the law which ferments grape-juice and makes it alcohol." "But, Robby, ef alcohol's so bad, w'at made de Lord put it here?" "Aunt Lindy," said Iola, "I heard a lady say that there were two things the Lord didn't make. One is sin, and the other alcohol."
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